Of all the things in the world, I’m particularly amazed at, is the conviction with which the MIND, endorses an Idea, which is phenomenal, as it differentiates the Genius from Mediocre, or not to forget the human stupidity in particular!
When the white man turns tyrant it is his own freedom that he destroys.He becomes a sort of hollow,posing dummy,the conventional figure of a sahib.For it is the condition of his rule that he shall spend his life in trying to impress the “natives”,and so in every crisis he has got to do what the “natives” expect of him.He wears a mask and his face grows to fit it.
The painful thing observable about all this business was, the alacrity with which this oppressed community had turned their cruel hands against their own class in the interest of the common oppressor … This man had been out helping to hang his neighbors, and had done his work with zeal, and yet was aware that there was nothing against them but a mere suspicion, with nothing back of it describable as evidence, still neither he nor his wife seemed to see anything horrible about it.
We wanted a labour force, but human beings came.
Poets sing our human music for us.
Instead of narrowing our allegiances to only include our favored nation, let us sing an anthem to the marvelous human being.
The world is desperately imperfect. Even if a quarter of the working people were engrossed in new thoughts and inventions and lived off the others, humanity would still gain tremendously thanks to the constant stream of inventions and intellectual work emerging from this horde of people striving upward.
It’s… no, nothing.” She grunted, turning from the screen with her vodka. “I’m starting to think Morris is right. We’re just f—ed. Us, Colby, the whole human race.”
“Maybe,” Teagan said noncommittally. “Some days I believe that. I look at this f—ed up bloody world and see we don’t be needing the likes of monster-gods with unpronounceable names to come and do the job for us. We do just fine screwing ourselves, don’t we?
Love is our most unifying and empowering common spiritual denominator. The more we ignore its potential to bring greater balance and deeper meaning to human existence, the more likely we are to continue to define history as one long inglorious record of man’s inhumanity to man.
Black Is The Most Beautiful colour because it does not reflect it absorbs all into itself.