The Bodega at the End of the Internet
Sir, this is a Wendy’s.
The Bodega at the End of the Internet
Sir, this is a Wendy’s.
It was probably the same as the convenience store, where it was just us being continually replaced while the store remained the same unchanging scene.
sometimes, “good enough” truly is perfect, especially when the alternative is never finishing at all.
the meaning of life differs from man to man, from day to day and from hour to hour. What matters, therefore, is not the meaning of life in general but rather the specific meaning of a person’s life at a given moment.
None of us still living is in God's grace. We can't lift up our eyes, because they're filled with shame. And shame doesn't help.
Blake believes that the sublime arises from a sensual scrutiny so intense that it penetrates to an unbounded energy at the heart of distinct forms.
We shape clay into a pot,
but it is the emptiness inside
that holds whatever we want.
If you want to become whole,
let yourself be partial.
If you want to become straight,
let yourself be crooked.
If you want to become full,
let yourself be empty.
If you want to be reborn,
let yourself die.
If you want to be given everything,
give everything up.
The Master, by residing in the Tao,
sets an example for all beings.
Because he doesn’t display
“One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.”
A man cannot directly choose his circumstances, but he can choose his thoughts, and so indirectly, yet surely, shape his circumstances.