Tuesday, October 24, 2017

John Maynard Keynes

“When my information changes, I alter my conclusions. What do you do, sir?” 
 
“The difficulty lies, not in the new ideas, but in escaping from the old ones, which ramify, for those brought up as most of us have been, into every corner of our minds.” 
 
“Only with absolute fearlessness can we slay the dragons of mediocrity that invade our gardens.” 
 
“Words ought to be a little wild for they are the assaults of thought on the unthinking.” 
 
“The day is not far off when the economic problem will take the back seat where it belongs, and the arena of the heart and the head will be occupied or reoccupied, by our real problems -- the problems of life and of human relations, of creation and behavior and religion.”
 
“It is better to be roughly right than precisely wrong.” 
 
“Ideas shape the course of history.” 
 
“Worldly wisdom teaches that it is better for reputation to fail conventionally than to succeed unconventionally.” 
 
“When somebody persuades me I am wrong, I change my mind.”
 
“The commonest virtues of the individual are often lacking in the spokesmen of nations; a statesman representing not himself but his country may prove, without incurring excessive blame—­as history often records—­vindictive, perfidious, and egotistic.”

In remembrance - 7/7/2017

When Great Trees Fall  
Maya Angelou
 
When great trees fall, 
rocks on distant hills shudder, 
lions hunker down 
in tall grasses, 
and even elephants 
lumber after safety.
 
When great trees fall 
 in forests, 
small things recoil into silence, 
their senses 
eroded beyond fear.
 
When great souls die, 
the air around us 
becomes light, rare, sterile. 
We breathe, briefly. 
Our eyes, briefly, 
see with a hurtful clarity. 
Our memory, suddenly sharpened, 
examines, 
gnaws on kind words 
unsaid, 
promised walks 
never taken.
 
Great souls die and 
our reality, bound to 
them, takes leave of us. 
Our souls, 
dependent upon their nurture, 
now shrink, wizened. 
Our minds, formed 
 and informed by their 
radiance, 
fall away. 
We are not so much maddened 
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance 
of dark, cold 
caves.
 
And when great souls die, 
after a period peace blooms, 
slowly and always 
irregularly. Spaces fill 
 with a kind of 
soothing electric vibration. 
Our senses, restored, never 
to be the same, whisper to us. 
They existed. They existed. 
We can be. Be and be 
better. For they existed.

No Wrong Way Home (18 June)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ijZx3ttB984

Knee bend (20 May)

“Our prayers may be awkward. Our attempts may be feeble. But since the power of prayer is in the one who hears it and not in the one who says it, our prayers do make a difference.”
- Max Lucado