I hates writer’s block-shlock. I hasn’t written anything for more than a weeks now. sob. My poor bloggy was crying the other day - it want new post, it tolds me. So, I borrowed something from Adamsji instead - he writes phunny, no?
Dogbert: My invention can detect human stupidity. It has a very simple interface. All I do is point it at people.
Dilbert: Then what does it do?
Dogbert: Why would it need to do anything else?
- Scott Adams
Categories: Borrowed Wisdom · Humour
We’ve been to the top, we’ve been to the bottom
We’ve known everything and forgotten, yeahYou’ve kicked me around, you’ve wrapped me in cotton
You’ve carried our load and you’ve shot themOh yes the butterflies are still there
Oh yes the butterflies are still thereWe’ve argued by the baggage claim
We’ve accepted and we’ve laid blame
We’ve drank Sangthip in monsoonal rain
We’ve felt separate and we’ve felt the sameOh yes the butterflies are still there…
- Sia, Butterflies
Categories: Borrowed Wisdom
“(..) Sir Isaac Newton, renowned inventor of the milled-edge coin and the catflap!”"The what?” said Richard.
“The catflap! A device of the utmost cunning, perspicuity and invention. It is a door within a door, you see, a …”
“Yes,” said Richard, “there was also the small matter of gravity.”
“Gravity,” said Dirk with a slightly dismissed shrug, “yes, there was that as well, I suppose. Though that, of course, was merely a discovery. It was there to be discovered.” …
“You see?” he said, “They even keep it on at weekends. Someone was bound to notice sooner or later. But the catflap … ah, there is a very different matter. Invention, pure creative invention. It is a door within a door, you see.”
- Douglas Adams, Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency
Categories: Borrowed Wisdom
Men are admitted into Heaven not because they have curbed and govern’d their Passions, or have no Passions, but because they have cultivated their Understandings.
- William Blake
Categories: Borrowed Wisdom
And yet shall Love himself be heard,
Though long deferred, though long deferred:
O’er the modern waste a dove hath whirred:
Music is Love in search of a word.
- Sidney Lanier, The Symphony (1875)
Categories: Borrowed Wisdom
What lies before us and what lies behind us are small matters compared to what lies within us. And when we bring what is within out into the world, miracles happen.
- Henry David Thoreau
Categories: Borrowed Wisdom
…for you to be here now trillions of drifting atoms had somehow to assemble in an intricate and intriguingly obliging manner to create you. It’s an arrangement so specialized and particular that it has never been tried before and will only exist this once. For the next many years (we hope) these tiny particles will uncomplainingly engage in all the billions of deft, cooperative efforts necessary to keep you intact and let you experience the supremely agreeable but generally underappreciated state known as existence. Why atoms take this trouble is a bit of a puzzle. Being you is not a gratifying experience at the atomic level. For all their devoted attention, your atoms don’t actually care about you–indeed, don’t even know that you are there. They don’t even know that they are there. They are mindless particles, after all, and not even themselves alive. (It is a slightly arresting notion that if you were to pick yourself apart with tweezers, one atom at a time, you would produce a mound of fine atomic dust, none of which had ever been alive but all of which had once been you.) Yet somehow for the period of your existence they will answer to a single overarching impulse to keep you you.
-Bill Bryson, A Short History of Nearly Everything
Categories: Borrowed Wisdom
