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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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 âTrees are the Earthâs endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.â
~ Rabindranath Tagore
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āĻāĻŽā§āĻĒāĻŋāϤ āĻšāĻžāϤ,āĻāĻžāϤāϰ āĻāĻžāĻšāύāĻŋ,āĻā§āώā§āĻŖ āϏā§āϰ, āύāϰāĻŽ āĻā§āύ āĻāϰ āĻĒāϰāĻŋāĻāĻŋāϤ āϏā§āύā§āĻĻāϰā§āϝ⧠āĻŽāĻ āĻĨāĻžāĻāĻŦā§ āϤā§āĻŽāĻŋ!
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āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āĻā§? āĻā§āώā§āϧāĻžāϰā§āϤ āĻā§āĻ!
Science was my most favorite subject, especially the Old Testament.
Alyosha Karamazov, The Brothers Karamazov (via incorrectrussianlitquotes)
Science was my most favorite subject, especially the Old Testament.
Alyosha Karamazov, The Brothers Karamazov (via incorrectrussianlitquotes)
Once I have started drinking from this cup, I wonât put it down until I have emptied it to the last drop
Ivan Karamazov
a midnight evening
To me, the distinction between day and night, dawn and dusk, noon and afternoon, sunrise and sunset has always been blurry, and are only becoming meaningless as I am increasingly experiencing an immersion of my consciousness and slumber into a monochrome reality, where the terms like color and distinction are of little significance. My time coalesces with the empty spaces between my neurons, between the nuclei, the breaths of fallen birds, the weeds seeking refugee under a giant oak choking in cold. These stories are all black.Â
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coefplot
m1 = glm(working ~ edu+welth+resi, data = d, family = "binomial")
coefplot(m1)Â
grouped bar chart
ggplot(data = d, aes(x=edu, group = parity, Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â fill = factor(welth))) + Â Â geom_bar(stat="bin", position = "dodge", binwidth=5) + Â Â facet_wrap(~welth)
https://web.stanford.edu/~imalone/VAM/ggplot.html
I have spent so much time to creating numerous versions of me,Â
in my head, in dreams voluntary and involuntary,Â
in nightmares voluntary and involuntary,Â
and equipped them with the wildest weapons and fiercest moves,Â
to see which one outlives the rest and makes its way to being,Â
and set me to outlive the wildest of all the wildest.Â
but they fought and fought,Â
till the endlessness of time,Â
leaving me wonder where it went all wrong,Â
may be I should have put them in wonder instead of war,
may be I should have known men born in dreams are deathless,Â
as deathless as the love that turns the creator into a curse.
She finally realised that it was not happiness she was after, but the kind of unhappiness that would most heartily fit into her miseries. Perhaps because suffering an incorrect form of unhappiness is more insufferable than mere lack of happiness
Her face was perfect in all imaginable ways, except there was not enough space to release all the kisses that were expanding between Pavlovâs deserted lips.
Absorbed by the musics coming along with the oceanic waves, he sat by the river, just the way travellers do around firewood in the depths of unsleepable winter nights.
I choose to smile
Underneath all stale and vapid layers of this megapolis windÂ
flows a breeze of unspeakable freshness,Â
its sweetness surpassing all human sensations in every possible way
to the face chooses to smile despite the unrelenting shackles of life!Â
realityÂ
The existential way of life
Finding a meaning of life in an existential way:
1. development of inner resources.
2. creative exercise of freedom.
3. overcoming self-deception.
Individuation of Jung & authentication of Sartre.
There are two sorts of men on earth. First one are who survive through love, and second are who perish through it. There is a third sort, those who die every morning.