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PRIDE AND EGO

2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate  PRIDE and EGO. SHE has a friend who identifies PRIDE and EGO as the elements deciding her life.

Pride gets no pleasure out of having something, only out of having more of it than the next man.
C. S. Lewis

“The cold was our pride, the snow was our beauty.   It fell and fell, lacing day and night together in a
milky haze, making everything quieter as it fell, so that winter seemed to partake of religion in a way
no other season did, hushed, solemn.”
–   Patricia Hampl

When you find one that actually has no ability to love, stay away. If the ego is so big that all they want is for their “Me” to be taken care of, you will run out of gas.

  No one can build his security upon the nobleness of another person. Two people, when they love each other, grow alike in their tastes and habits and pride, but their moral natures (whatever we may mean by that canting expression) are never welded. The base one goes on being base, and the noble one noble, to the end.

 

 

 

 

False Personality, Ego, Vanity, Self-Love, Pride….where do they reside?  In my present condition, I cannot hope to storm their camp.  At present, the most I can hope for is to fling a few stones in their direction and then watch them change form and adapt themselves to the changing inner landscape, much like the movie Predator, which illustrates the scale and magnitude of what we are up against when we take on the struggle against all that comprises the lower self in us.  It also reminds me of a kid throwing stones at a tank that is rumbling through his village….ineffectual, at best…and yet hearing that “clank” sound gives such a good feeling!   I feel it’s important to throw those stones and to make those efforts.  Each skirmish teaches something, if nothing else, how very daunting and hopeless the situation seems and that we have to redouble our efforts as well as modifying our techniques and tactics.  If hope does exist, the key lies in my attention, which is able to act as the sword that cuts through the veil of illusion and hypnosis by the simple act of observing the false personality/ego.  The light of observation has a way of bringing me into sharp focus since the false and lower self isn’t able to function while being watched and I thereby attain a degree of liberation from their influence. 

 

 

From the Nobel Prize Speech of the writer William Faulkner.

“…the young man or woman writing today has forgotten the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat. He must learn them again. He must teach himself that the basest of all things is to be afraid: and, teaching himself that, forget it forever, leaving no room in his workshop for anything but the old verities and truths of the heart, the universal truths lacking which any story is ephemeral and doomed–love and honor and pity and pride and compassion and sacrifice. Until he does so, he labors under a curse. He writes not of love but of lust, of defeats in which nobody loses anything of value, and victories without hope and worst of all, without pity or compassion. His griefs grieve on no universal bones, leaving no scars. He writes not of the heart but of the glands.”

 A Sadguru does not, even in his dream, expect any service or profit from his disciples . On the contrary he wishes to serve them. He does not think that he is great and the disciple small. Not only he loves him as his son but regards him as equal to himself or as Brahma. The main characteristic of a Sadguru is that he is the abode of peace. He is never restless nor ruffled. He has no pride of his learning. The poor and the rich, the small and the great, are the same to him.http://www.starsai.com/

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DRUNKENNESS

2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate DRUNKENNESS. HE ain’t drunk and SHE ain’t drunk – but Lizzy knows some mighty drunk people.

Mynheer Vandunck, though he never was drunk, Sipped brandy and water gayly.
George Colman

Let me lie,
let me die on thy snow-covered bosom,
I would eat of thy flesh as a delicate fruit,
I am drunk of its smell, and the scent
of thy tresses
Is a flame that devours.
~George Moore

“If you want to be happy for an hour, get drunk;

 

If you want to be happy for three days, get married;

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Yeah, I know, some people are against drunk driving, and I call those people ‘the cops.’ But you know, sometimes, you’ve just got no choice; those kids gotta get to school!”

 

  

A drunkard is a dead man, and all dead men are drunk.
– Yeats

 

 

Qui peccat ebrius, luat sobrius – He who does wrong when drunk must be punished when sober.

 

 

 Our hearts are drunk with a beauty our eyes could never see

If you want to be happy forever, make a garden. -Chinese Proverb

 

SOBRIETY

2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate SOBRIETY. SHE has been doing that for 20 years and HE is naturally inclined that way.

Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about seeking whom he may devour.

Learn to live well, or fairly make your will;
You’ve played, and loved, and ate, and drunk your  fill:
Walk sober off; before a sprightlier age
Comes tittering on, and shoves you from the  stage:
Leave such to trifle with more grace and ease,
Whom Folly pleases, and whose Follies please.

Alexander Pope (1688–1744), English satirical poet.

 

There was three kings into the east,
Three kings both great and high,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn should die.

They took a plough and plough’d him down,
Put clods upon his head,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn was dead.

But the cheerful Spring came kindly on,
And show’rs began to fall;
John Barleycorn got up again,
And sore surpris’d them all.

The sultry suns of Summer came,
And he grew thick and strong;
His head weel arm’d wi’ pointed spears,
That no one should him wrong.

The sober Autumn enter’d mild,
When he grew wan and pale;
His bending joints and drooping head
Show’d he began to fail.

His colour sicken’d more and more,
He faded into age;
And then his enemies began
To show their deadly rage.

They’ve taen a weapon, long and sharp,
And cut him by the knee;
Then tied him fast upon a cart,
Like a rogue for forgerie.

They laid him down upon his back,
And cudgell’d him full sore;
They hung him up before the storm,
And turned him o’er and o’er.

They filled up a darksome pit
With water to the brim;
They heaved in John Barleycorn,
There let him sink or swim.

They laid him out upon the floor,
To work him farther woe;
And still, as signs of life appear’d,
They toss’d him to and fro.

They wasted, o’er a scorching flame,
The marrow of his bones;
But a miller us’d him worst of all,
For he crush’d him between two stones.

And they hae taen his very heart’s blood,
And drank it round and round;
And still the more and more they drank,
Their joy did more abound.

John Barleycorn was a hero bold,
Of noble enterprise;
For if you do but taste his blood,
‘Twill make your courage rise.

‘Twill make a man forget his woe;
‘Twill heighten all his joy;
‘Twill make the widow’s heart to sing,
Tho’ the tear were in her eye.

Then let us toast John Barleycorn,
Each man a glass in hand;
And may his great posterity
Ne’er fail in old Scotland!
–  Robert Burns, John Barleycorn, 1782

 

 

 

 

 Alcohol is barren. The words a man speaks in the night of drunkenness fade like the darkness itself at the coming of day. – Marguerite Duras

 

Rumi: Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absent-minded.
Someone sober will worry about events going badly.
Let the lover be.

No man will be found in whose mind airy notions do not sometimes tyrannize, and force him to hope or fear beyond the limits of sober probability.  ~Samuel Johnson

 

 I am the only sober one amongst the crowd that is drunk

ALCOHOLICS

2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate Alcoholics.  SHE is . HE ain’t. SHE has been amongst hundreds of sober ones today and he just might have been amongst rather a few non-sober ones today.

An alcoholic is someone you don’t like who drinks as much as you do.

The first thing in the human personality that dissolves in alcohol is dignity.  ~Author Unknown

    There are better things in life than alcohol, but alcohol makes up for not having them.
Terry Pratchett

I believe, if we take habitual drunkards as a class, their heads and their hearts will bear an advantageous comparison with those of any other class. There seems ever to have been a proneness in the brilliant and warm-blooded to fall into this vice.
Abraham Lincoln

It is most absurdly said, in popular language, of any man, that he is disguised in liquor; for, on the contrary, most men are disguised by sobriety.
 Thomas de Quincy, Confessions of an English Opium-Eater, 1856

 

Cliff: Hey, Norm, What’s up?
Norm: My blood-alcohol level.

Health – what my friends are always drinking to before they fall down.
– Phyllis Diller

 

 

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