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IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER Of course, you can’t unfry an egg, but there is no law against thinking about it. If I had my life to live over, I would try to make more mistakes. I would relax. I know of very few things that I would take seriously. I would go more places. I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers. I would eat more ice cream and less bran. I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary troubles. You see, I have been one of those fellows who live prudently and sanely, hour after hour, day after day. Oh, I have had my moments. But if I had it to do over again, I would have more of them – a lot more. I never go anywhere without a thermometer, a gargle, a raincoat and a parachute. If I had it to do over, I would travel lighter. If I had my life to live over, I would pay less attention to people telling us we must learn Latin or History; otherwise we will be disgraced and ruined and flunked and failed. I would seek out more teachers who inspire relaxation and f
HOPE According to the dictionary: a tendency of the spirit to consider something as probable; the second of the theological virtues; expectation; supposition; probability. For the ancient Greeks: In one of the classic myths of the Creation, one of the gods, furious at the fact that Prometheus stole fire and in doing so gave men their independence, sends Pandora to marry her brother Epimetheus. Pandora brings along a box, which she is forbidden to open. However, just as happens to Eve in the Christian myth, her curiosity gets the better of her: she raises the lid to see what is inside, and at this moment all the troubles of the world spill out and spread all over the Earth. Only one thing remains inside: Hope, the only arm to combat the misfortune that has scattered throughout the world. In a Hassidic story (Jewish tradition): At the end of the forty days of deluge, Noah emerged from the Ark. He disembarked full of hope, lit some incense, looked around him, and all he saw was destructio
THE FISHERMAN AND THE BUSINESSMAN here was once a businessman who was sitting by the beach in a small Brazilian village. As he sat, he saw a Brazilian fisherman rowing a small boat towards the shore having caught quite few big fish. The businessman was impressed and asked the fisherman, “How long does it take you to catch so many fish?” The fisherman replied, “Oh, just a short while.” “Then why don’t you stay longer at sea and catch even more?” The businessman was astonished. “This is enough to feed my whole family,” the fisherman said. The businessman then asked, “So, what do you do for the rest of the day?” The fisherman replied, “Well, I usually wake up early in the morning, go out to sea and catch a few fish, then go back and play with my kids. In the afternoon, I take a nap with my wife, and evening comes, I join my buddies in the village for a drink — we play guitar, sing and dance throughout the night.” The businessman offered a suggestion to the fisherman. “I am a PhD in busine
THE MOMENT TO DECIDE The warrior of the light is terrified when faced with important decisions. “That is too great for you,” says one friend. “Go on, be brave,” says another. And his doubts only increase. After some days of anxiety, he withdraws into a corner of his tent, where he usually sits to mediate and pray. He sees himself in the future. He sees the people who will benefit and lose out because of his actions. He does not wish to cause unnecessary suffering, but nor will he abandon the path. So the warrior allows the decision to appear. If he must say yes, then he shall bravely say it. If he must say no, then he shall say so without fear.
THE PORCUPINES AND SOLIDARITY During the Ice Age many animals died because of the cold. Seeing this situation, the porcupines decided to group together, so they wrapped up well and protected one another. But they hurt one another with their thorns, and so then they decided to stay apart from one another. They started to freeze to death again. So they had to make a choice: either they vanished from the face of the earth or they accepted their neighbor’s thorns. They wisely decided to stay together again. They learned to live with the small wounds that a very close relationship could cause, because the most important thing was the warmth given by the other. And in the end they survived.
SANTA CLAUS One of the problems we have in this world is that too many adults believe in Santa Claus, and too many children don’t Lee Lauer A critic is a man who found out when he was about ten that there wasn’t any Santa Claus, and he’s still upset. James Gould Cozzens Santa Claus has the right idea: visit people once a year Victor Borge I stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was six. Mother took me to see him in a department store and he asked for my autograph. Shirley Temple Christmas is a time when kids tell Santa what they want and adults pay for it. Deficits are when adults tell the government what they want and their kids pay for it. Richard Lamm Alas! How dreary would be the world if there was no Santa Claus! There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. Francis P. Church Santa Claus is anyone who loves another and seeks to make them happy; who gives himself by thought or word or deed in every gift that he bestows. Edwin Osgo
ORGANIZING THE BATTLEFIELD This is to be my main appearance at the Writers’ Festival in Melbourne, Australia. It is ten o’clock in the morning and there is a packed audience. I am to be interviewed by a local writer, J. F. I step onto the platform with my usual feelings of apprehension. F. introduces me and starts asking me questions. Before I can finish what I’m saying, he interrupts me and asks me another question. When I reply, he says something like ‘that wasn’t a very clear answer’. Five minutes later, there is a feeling of unease amongst the audience; everyone can sense that something is wrong. I remember Confucius and take the only possible action. ‘Do you like what I write?’ I ask. ‘That’s irrelevant,’ F. replies. ‘I’m here to interview you, not the other way round.’ ‘But it is relevant. You won’t let me finish my thought. Confucius says: “Whenever possible, be clear.” Let’s follow that advice and make things absolutely clear: Do you like what I write?’ ‘No, I don’t. I’ve
THE FOUR FORCES Father Alan Jones says that building our soul requires Four Invisible Forces, namely love, death, power and time. It is necessary to love because we are loved by God. It is necessary to be conscious of death in order to understand life better. One has to fight in order to grow – but without falling into the trap of the power that we obtain in doing so, because we know that such power is worth nothing. And lastly, it is necessary to accept that our soul – although eternal – is at this moment caught in the web of time, with all its opportunities and limitations. First Force: Love Rabbi Iaakov’s wife was always looking for an excuse to argue with her husband. Iaakov never answered her provocations. Until one night when, during a dinner with some friends, the rabbi had a ferocious argument with his wife to the surprise of all at table. “What happened?” they asked. “Why did you break your habit of never answering?” “Because I realized that what bothered my wife most was the
SINCERE REPENTANCE The monk Chu Lai was beaten by a teacher who did not believe anything he said. However, the professor’s wife was a follower of Chu Lai, and demanded that her husband had to apologize to him. Displeased, but without the courage to deny his wife’s wishes, the man went to the temple with her and murmured some words of repentance. “I do not forgive you,” replied Chu Lai, “go back to work.” The woman was horrified. “My husband is humiliated, and you were not generous!” And Chu Lai responded: “Within my soul there is no rancor. But if he is not truly sorry, it is better for him to recognize now that he is mad at me. If I had accepted his apology, we would be creating a false state of harmony, and this would further increase the anger of your husband.”
A Zen master had hundreds of disciples. They all prayed at the right time, except one, who was always drunk. The master was growing old. Some of the more virtuous pupils began to wonder who would be the new leader of the group, the one who would receive the important secrets of the Tradition. On the eve of his death, however, the master called the drunkard disciple and revealed the hidden secrets to him. A veritable revolt broke out among the others. “How shameful!” they cried in the streets, “We have sacrificed ourselves for the wrong master, one who can’t see our qualities.” Hearing the commotion outside, the dying master remarked: “I had to pass on these secrets to a man that I knew well. All my pupils are very virtuous, and showed only their qualities. That is dangerous, for virtue often serves to hide vanity, pride and intolerance. That is why I chose the only disciple whom I know really well, since I can see his defect: drunkenness.”
I arrive in Madrid at eight o’clock in the morning. I will only be here a few hours, so it’s not worth phoning friends and arranging to see them. I decide to go for a walk alone in my favourite places, and I end up sitting smoking a cigarette on a bench in the Retiro Park. ‘You look miles away,’ says an old man, joining me on the bench. ‘Oh, I’m here,’ I say, ‘but I’m sitting on this same bench with a painter friend of mine, Anastasio Ranchal, 24 years ago in 1986. We are both watching my wife, Christina, who has had a bit too much to drink and is trying to dance the flamenco.’ ‘Enjoy your memories,’ says the old man. ‘But don’t forget that memory is like salt: the right amount brings out the flavour in food, too much ruins it. If you live in the past all the time, you’ll find yourself with no present to remember.’ http://laexpatriada.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/palace.jpg
As a young man, the painter Henri Matisse used to pay a weekly visit to the great Renoir in his studio. When Renoir was afflicted by arthritis, Matisse began to visit him daily, taking him food, brushes, paints, but always trying to persuade the master that he was working too hard and needed to rest a little. One day, noticing that each brushstroke made Renoir cry out with pain, Matisse could contain himself no longer: ‘Master, you have already created a vast and important body of work, why continue torturing yourself in this way?’ ‘Very simple,’ Renoir replied. ‘Beauty remains, but pain passes.’ http://www.recover-from-grief.com/images/renoir-painting.jpg

Aquarius Horoscope, November, 2010

You put the pieces of a puzzle together far better than most. Having new ideas and methods to propose will set you apart from your competitors who only have an academic, textbook understanding of things - and none of your intuitive insight. You never do things the way others expect you to do, for you have a brilliant way of knowing what's next. ...the odd one, too far ahead of the curve for anyone to listen to, so you shrugged and went your merry way. Aquarius never cares if others understand them or not - they just keep going on the path they feel compelled to follow. /By Susan Miller/
Many years ago, there lived a man who was capable of loving and forgiving everyone he came across. Because of this, God sent an angel to talk to him. ‘God asked me to come and visit you and tell you that he wishes to reward you for your goodness,’ said the angel. ‘You may have any gift you wish for. Would you like the gift of healing?’ ‘Certainly not,’ said the man. ‘I would prefer God to choose those who should be healed.’ ‘And what about leading sinners back to the path of Truth?’ ‘That’s a job for angels like you. I don’t want to be venerated by anyone or to serve as a permanent example.’ ‘Look, I can’t go back to Heaven without having given you a miracle. If you don’t choose, I’ll have to choose one for you.’ The man thought for a moment and then said: ‘All right, I would like good to be done through me, but without anyone noticing, not even me, in case I should commit the sin of vanity.’ So the angel arranged for the man’s shadow to have the power of healing, but only when the sun
What is treason? Walking down the street, the prophet asked: “aren’t we all children of the same Eternal Father?” The multitude agreed. And the prophet went on: “and if that is so, why do we betray our brother?” A boy who was watching asked his father: “what does betray mean?” “It means to trick your companion in order to gain a certain advantage.” “And why do we betray our companion?” insisted the boy. “Because in the past somebody began all that. Ever since then, nobody knows how to stop the wheel. We are always betraying or being betrayed.” “Then I won’t betray anyone,” said the boy. And so he did. He grew up and suffered a lot during his life, but kept his promise. His children suffered less and endured fewer hardships. His grandchildren did not suffer at all.
In search of rain After four years of drought in the little village, the parish priest gathered everybody to make a pilgrimage to the mountain; there they would join in communal prayer to ask for rain. In the middle of the group the priest noticed a boy all wrapped up in warm clothes and covered by a raincoat. “Are you crazy?” he asked. “It hasn’t rained in this region for five years and you’ll die of the heat climbing the mountain!” “I’ve got a cold, father. If we are going to pray to God for rain, can you imagine the climb back down? The downpour is going to be so heavy that it’s better to be prepared.” And only after these words a loud roar was heard in the sky and the first drops began to fall. The faith of a boy was enough to work a miracle that thousands of men were praying for.

Wisdom of the Day

Life is like a big bike race where the goal is to fulfill you personal legend. At the start, we are riding together, sharing the camaraderie and enthusiasm. But as the race progresses, the initial joy gives way to the real challenges: tiredness, monotony and doubts about our own abilities. We notice that some have withdrawn. They are still running, but only because they cannot stop in the middle of a road. They are numerous, pedaling alongside the support car, talking to each other and performing only their obligations. Eventually we distance ourselves from them and we are forced to face the loneliness and the surprises of the unknown curves with the bikes. And after a while, we begin to wonder if it’s worth the effort. Yes, it is worth it. Just don’t quit.


A rose longed for the company of the bees, but none would come to her. Even so, the flower was still capable of dreaming. When she felt all alone, she would imagi­ne a garden filled with bees that came to kiss her. And so she managed to resist until the next day, when she opened her petals again. “Aren’t you tired?” another rose asked her. “No. I have to go on fighting.” “Why?” “Because if I don’t open up, I wither.”

Love is...

According to the dictionary: from the Latin amor: strong affection that drives us towards the object of our desires; inclination of the soul and heart; affection; passion; exclusive inclination; theological grace. In the New Testament: So faith, hope and love endure. These are the great three, and the greatest of them is love. (Corinthians 13:13) In the Qur’an: And of His Signs is that He created mates for you from yourselves that you might find peace of mind in them, and He put between you love and compassion (Chapter 30, verse 21 ) In the Kabbalah: The pure impulse of dynamic creation is formless; and being formless, the creation it gives rise to can assume any and every form. According to etymology: the Greeks had three words to designate love: Eros, Philos and Agape. Eros is the healthy love between two persons that justifies life and perpetuates the human race. Philos is the sentiment that we dedicate to our friends. Finally, Agape, which contains both Eros and Philos, goes far be

Contradictions of a Warrior

Every Warrior of the Light has felt afraid of going into battle. Every Warrior of the Light has, at some time in the past, lied or betrayed someone. Every Warrior of the Light has trodden a path that was not his. Every Warrior of the Light has suffered for the most trivial of reasons. Every Warrior of the Light has, at least once, believed he was not a Warrior of the Light. Every Warrior of the Light has failed in his spiritual duties. Every Warrior of the Light has said ‘yes’ when he wanted to say ‘no.’ Every Warrior of the Light has hurt someone he loved. That is why he is a Warrior of the Light, because he has been through all this and yet has never lost hope of being better than he is.

Aquarius Horoscope, Oct, 2010

You are an independent spirit anyway... keep your own counsel and do as you please. All eyes will be on you all month, so you can give your career a major push forward in a way that's not been possible in any other month this year. Don't be afraid to name your price. When Mars enters Sagittarius October 26 to December 7, friends will begin to play a larger role in your life, and your career emphasis will simmer down. This will be your time to kick up your heels and let go for a nice change! By Susan Miller
May You Be Forgotten Spiritual Story by Paulo Coelho At the Sceta monastery, the abbot Lucas gathered the monks for the sermon. "May you never be remembered," he said. "What do you mean?" replied one of the brothers, "May our example not help those who might need it?" "In the days when everything was just, no one paid attention to exemplary people," answered the abbot. "Everyone gave their best, without pretensions, and so fulfilled their duty to their fellow men. They loved their neighbor because they understood that this was part of life, and they thought nothing of respecting a law of nature. "They shared their possessions in order not to accumulate more than they could carry, since journeys last a lifetime. They lived together in freedom, giving and receiving, without demanding or blaming anything on others. That is why their deeds were not handed down, and there is no story known about them." READ more: www.Spiritual-Short-Sto

The Pencil

A boy was watching his grandmother write a letter. At one point he asked: ‘Are you writing a story about what we’ve done? Is it a story about me?’ His grandmother stopped writing her letter and said to her grandson: I am writing about you, actually, but more important than the words is the pencil I’m using. I hope you will be like this pencil when you grow up.’ Intrigued, the boy looked at the pencil. It didn’t seem very special. ‘But it’s just like any other pencil I’ve ever seen!’ ‘That depends on how you look at things. It has five qualities which, if you manage to hang on them, will make you a person who is always at peace with the world.’ ‘First quality: you are capable of great things, but you must never forget that there is a hand guiding your steps. We call that hand God, and He always guides us according to His will.’ ‘Second quality: now and then, I have to stop writing and use a sharpner. That makes the pencil suffer a little, but afterwards, he’s much sharper. So you, too,
My Heart's In The Highlands by Robert Burns My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer - A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe; My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. Farewell to the mountains high cover'd with snow; Farewell to the straths and green valleys below; Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods; Farwell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods. My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe; My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.

Love is...

A master asked his disciples: ‘Why do we shout in anger? Why do people shout at each other when they are upset?’ the disciples thought for a while, and one of them said ‘Because we lose our calm, we shout for that.’ ‘But, why to shout when the other person is just next to you? ‘Isn’t it possible to speak to him or her with a soft voice? Why do you shout at a person when you’re angry?’ The disciples gave him some other answers but none satisfied the master. Finally he explained: ‘When two people are angry at each other, their hearts distance a lot. To cover that distance they must shout to be able to hear each other. The angrier they are, the stronger they will have to shout to hear each other through that great distance.’ Then the master asked: ‘What happens when two people fall in love? They don’t shout at each other but talk softly, why? Because their hearts are very close. The distance between them is very small…’ And he finally said: ‘When they love each other even more, what happe


NB Студентам 1 курса специализации "Юриспруденция" - к зачету по учебной дисциплине "Латинский язык": http://ru.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D0%93%D0%B0%D1%83%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%B0%D0%BC%D1%83%D1%81 http://pospelow.narod.ru/gaudeamus.htm


If repression has indeed been the fundamental link between power, knowledge, and sexuality since the classical age, it stands to reason that we will not be able to free ourselves from it except at a considerable cost. /Michel Foucault/

On Career Building

Bureaucracy teaches each member that he or she is "completely replaceable, and hence completely vulnerable to the whims of the institution". /Hannah Arendt, The Origins of Totalitaniarism/ from C. Fred Alford, What would it matter if everything Foucault said about prison were wrong? Discipline and Punish after twenty years.


Разве неприлично Нравственному мужу Жен двоих иметь? Что мужчине можно, Женщине нельзя. /Minnesangs - Fruhling, Sammlung von Karl Lachmann und Moritz Haupt, Leipzig 1857, S. Hirzel./

Aquarius Horoscope, April, 2010

...you are one of the most intellectually brilliant of all the signs, and you are always one step in front of everyone else. Your razor-sharp mind and ability to come up with forward-thinking ideas are what set you apart, and your resourcefulness knows no end. /by Susan Miller/

Aquarius Horoscope, March, 2010

- After a long drought, the welcome rains come. This could be the headline metaphor to your life, dear Aquarius. - Instead of being focused on the past, you will focus on the future, happy to close that chapter. - You fell over a few times, but by George, if you watch your step, you won't fall again. You've learned a lot and far better days lie ahead! /By Susan Miller/


...пассивное сопротивление в своей высшей точке, где оно не уступает власти, принадлежит несомненно к активнейшим и результативнейшим формам действия какие когда-либо изобретались, причем именно потому что не идет на борьбу, где результатом было бы поражение или победа, так что справиться с ним можно в принципе только организованным массовым убийством, которое для победителя будет пирровой победой, ибо никто не может управлять мертвыми./Ханна АРЕНДТ «VITA ACTIVA или о деятельной жизни»/

Love happens.

Любовь решительно не может пережить публичного выставления напоказ. Ввиду заложенной в ней безмирности все попытки изменить или спасти мир любовью ощущаются нами как безнадежно ошибочные./Ханна АРЕНДТ «VITA ACTIVA или о деятельной жизни»/

Amour partage

Nous sommes tous les jours, mon amour. Nous sommes toute la vie, mon ami. Nous nous aimons et nous vivons, Nous vivons et nous nous aimons. Et nous ne savons pas ce que c'est que le jour, Et nous ne savons pas ce que c'est que la vie, Et nous ne savons pas ce que c'est que l'amour. /J. Prevert/