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Leonardo Da Vinci

Leonardo Da Vinci

Many have made a trade of delusions and false miracles, deceiving the stupid multitude.

There are three classes of people: those who see. Those who see when they are shown. Those who do not see.

Blinding ignorance does mislead us. O! Wretched mortals, open your eyes!

Nothing can be love or hated unless it is first known.

Anyone who conducts an argument by appealing to authority is not using his intelligence he is just using his memory.

The depth and strength of a human character are defined by its moral reserves. People reveal themselves completely only when they are thrown out of the customary conditions of their life, for only then do they have to fall back on their reserves.

Patience serves as a protection against wrongs as clothes do against cold. For if you put on more clothes as the cold increases, it will have no power to hurt you. So in like manner you must grow in patience when you meet with great wrongs.

Wisdom is the daughter of experience.

All our knowledge has its origins in our perceptions.

The noblest pleasure is the joy of understanding.

Learning never exhausts the mind.

The poet ranks far below the painter in the representation of visible things, and far below the musician in that of invisible things.

The smallest feline is a masterpiece.

Where the spirit does not work with the hand there is no art.

Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.

Art is never finished, only abandoned.

Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.

You can have no dominion greater or less than that over yourself.

I have offended God and mankind because my work didn’t reach the quality it should have.

Computer Haiku

Computer Haiku

Found this in my ancient “humor” folder. It was probably sent to me in one of those old emails – after all this time, I still find this little collection of computer haiku very cheerful.

The Web site you seek
Cannot be located, but
Countless more exist.

Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent, and reboot.
Order shall return.

Program aborting:
Close all that you have worked on.
You ask far too much.

Windows Version crashed.
I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No one hears your screams.

Yesterday it worked.
Today it is not working.
Windows is like that.

Your file was so big.
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.

Stay the patient course.
Of little worth is your ire.
The network is down.

A crash reduces
Your expensive computer
To a simple stone.

Three things are certain:
Death, taxes and lost data.
Guess which has occurred?

You step in the stream,
But the water has moved on.
This page is not here.

Out of memory.
We wish to hold the whole sky,
But we never will.

Having been erased,
The document you’re seeking
Must now be retyped.

Serious error.
All shortcuts have disappeared.
Screen. Mind. Both are blank.

Anarchy the Skeleton

Anarchy the Skeleton

And many more Destructions played
In this ghastly masquerade,
All disguised, even to the eyes,
Like Bishops, lawyers, peers, or spies.
. . .

And Anarchy, the Skeleton,
Bowed and grinned to every one,
As well as if his education
Had cost ten millions to the nation.

Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Mask of Anarchy

The Problem with Fundamentalists

The Problem with Fundamentalists

Welcome to my blog of random musings.

Before Oswald, did snipers have “nests”?

Someone posted an anonymous comment on my tag board saying that they peed in my pool. I’m assuming it’s an alumn from Attleboro High School. It’s been that kind of a week. Here’s my fundamentalism poem – a former fundy JW myself, I can do this. 😉

The Problem with Fundamentalists
(with apologies to John Cale)

The problem with fundamentalists
They live by the rules
No matter the context
The rules always rule

The problem with a fundamentalist
She looks at a sentence
Whole chapters and books
And she stops at the sentence

The problem with a fundamentalist
He stops at the light
No one coming, wife in labor
He still stops at the light

The problem with fundamentalists
Their god is too cruel
Ruled by their own fears
They too become cruel

The problem with fundamentalists
They’ve missed the whole point
All courage and faith
Aimed at the wrong point