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- “I am convinced that most people do not grow up. We find parking spaces and honor our credit cards. We marry and dare to have children and call that growing up. I think what we do is mostly grow old. We carry accumulation of years in our bodies and on our faces, but generally our real selves, the children inside, are still innocent and shy as magno... See more
from A quote from Letter to My Daughter
Borrowed Time
Borrowed Time is a pained meditation on guilt and loss – by Pixar animators.
The story is left without even a hint of resolution, with the emotional effect laid bare as the credits roll.
- Acknowledging existence requires real, personalized effort — something that tapping your screen to heart react will never fulfill.
from Feeling seen · Molly Mielke by Molly Mielke
- To feel abandoned is to deny
the intimacy of your surroundings.Poetry and
- creating conditions for collective intelligence to thrive.
from Assembly required - RSA Comment by Darrell Bouldin
collective intelligence and Journal
let’s define these conditions together
- I respect the daily routine
from The Underground Worlds of Haruki Murakami by Deborah Treisman
- my sincerest apologies for the silence. Rather think of my silence as listening really well
from Feed Updates
A friend sent me this note after a delayed reply to my message. I'd love a world where we drop the often (self) imposed urge to measure the quality of our contribution to relationships based on speed.
- The power of qualitative research is its magical ability to generate description. Where quantitative measures, qualitative describes the qualities of the human experience
from The Question of Why by Peter Spear
- But now it has happened,
No use in talking
The silence between me and you
Has never had meaning.
It was, love it, that was all
That was asked.
But now it has happened,
No words for the foretime,
The desperation has made me the same,
Has made me another.
Who looks at the shape of the fish
Grow giant on the side of his bowl,
Who walks on the terrace
Observing fol... See morefrom CHET ON POETRY (Chet Baker) by Unknown
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