Start your day at 4:00 AM. You’re up any way, why do you to need to stay in bed? Sit up and meditate. Breathe, and say the word “thought” over and over again trying to visualize what it looks like. If that makes you sleepy, go back to bed.
A man walks upright.
For him it is strenuous to climb a steep hill, because he has to keep pushing his own vertical mass upward and cannot gain any momentum.
The rabbit is better off. His forelegs support his horizontal body and the great back legs do the work. They are more than equal to thrusting uphill the light mass in front of them. Rabbits can go fast uphill. In fact, they have so much power behind that they find going downhill awkward, and sometimes, in flight down a steep place, they may actually go head over heels.
On the other hand, the man is five or six feet above the hillside and can see all round. To him the ground may be steep and rough but on the whole it is even, and he can pick his direction easily from the top of his moving, six-foot tower.
Watership Down (1972) by Richard Adams
Change the clock twice a year, or else some places will need to adjust their operating hours.
Going back to permanent Daylight Savings Time has been tried before, and failed after two years.
What is the issue about the light & night that we keep forgetting?
Wink instead of nodding. Nod instead of whispering. Whisper instead of speaking. Speak instead of writing. Write instead of brain exploding.
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So far, knowledge of such complexity continues to occupy the minds of today, even though intelligence has been made artificial.
No other natural substance has such a complex aroma associated with so many contradictory descriptions; however, it is usually described abstractly as animalistic, earthy and woody or something akin to the odor of baby’s skin.
The closer men came to perfecting for themselves a paradise, the more impatient they seemed to become with it, and with themselves as well.
They made a garden of pleasure, and became progressively more miserable with it as it grew in richness & power & beauty; for then, perhaps, it was easier for them to see that something was missing in the garden, some tree or shrub that would not grow.
When the world was in darkness & wretchedness, it could believe in perfection and yearn for it.
But when the world became bright with reason & riches, it began to sense the narrowness of the needle’s eye, and that rankled for a world no longer willing to believe or yearn.
Well, they were going to destroy it again, were they – this garden Earth, civilized & knowing, to be torn apart again that Man might hope again in wretched darkness.
A Canticle For Leibowitz by Walter M. Miller, Jr. (1959)
