tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post220560288251266503..comments2024-03-28T14:53:38.827-04:00Comments on BLCKDGRD: But for Real Accomplishment, It Would Be Well If You Would Go to Live Solitary in a Forest SilenceUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-11254498848546752592013-09-30T09:56:51.452-04:002013-09-30T09:56:51.452-04:00reading about syria, i got to this -
http://www....reading about syria, i got to this - <br /><br />http://www.karlremarks.com/p/three-dictators-walk-into-bar.htmlmistah charley, ph.d.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06303695341246058680noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-91232472918073972222013-09-29T20:46:07.688-04:002013-09-29T20:46:07.688-04:00Somebody had to ... And nobody else had.Somebody had to ... And nobody else had.Sashahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06501998212859335778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-73433379786462641422013-09-29T19:25:35.822-04:002013-09-29T19:25:35.822-04:00I didn't know it'd be you, but Heh!I didn't know it'd be you, but <a href="http://youtu.be/sPnRALrRSZQ" rel="nofollow">Heh</a>!BDRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06557941385560728052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-22852759272037409022013-09-29T15:23:00.828-04:002013-09-29T15:23:00.828-04:00I read a sonnet once and I'm done with Shakesp...I read a sonnet once and I'm done with Shakespeare.Sashahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06501998212859335778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-90785075791741708222013-09-29T12:24:50.580-04:002013-09-29T12:24:50.580-04:00excerpt from Edwin Wolfe, Episodes with Gurdjieff:...excerpt from Edwin Wolfe, <i>Episodes with Gurdjieff:</i><br /><br />The rather young son of a former member of the Orage group asked me to get permission for him to speak with Mr. Gurdjieff about something personal. When I told Mr. Gurdjieff about this he nodded, yes, bring him.<br /><br />The next evening I took the youth up to Mr. Gurdjieff's suite in the Hotel Wellington. After greetings, the young man said, "Mr. Gurdjieff, my grandmother gave me some money not long ago. I'm going to buy a small piece of land in the country with it. I'll build a log cabin and I'll put in a vegetable garden so I can grow all my own food. I'll live there like that. So I wanted to ask you, would that be a good thing for me to do? Is that a good life?"<br /><br />"Yes," Mr. Gurdjieff answered, "that good life. For dog. For man, no. You eat, you sleep, live in dream. How could this ever be life for man?"mistah charley, ph.d.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06303695341246058680noreply@blogger.com