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Blue orb on the spine's horizon From the mosque of the silent mind Mendicant vows to walk the field Guiding light of the nerves cremation Through the port of seventh shrine The adept integrates upon the single eye Toward the hill of the purifier Dross burns the offering Soul merge with the ocean - Attains refuge To the eighth state of absorption By degrees of the ascent now rise The faqir takes the narrow road As the opal blue globe is burning At the shore of the inward light Life-force transits through the gate Point centralized will emerging On approach of the sovereign ground From the karmic tombs awaken Laterns of the quadrant guardians From the triune sheaths emerge Through innerspace accedes Shekhina And the phoenix has ascended Gildes upon the divine wind Liberates from the world sojourn
Lyrics from Om's "Haqq al-Yaqin"from the album Advaitic Songs.
I have seen great kingdoms, I've seen them rise and fall I am a thousand years old, maybe a thousand more The story's now forgotten, the paper's long gone dried The ashes of the magician are spread with the wind and fire. I am not afraid of my own blood I can share with you so much more Stable and balanced, I am here Breathing in, breathing out. Sometimes I wish that I was back in Babylon Drinking wine with nostalgia A blessed disease, I'd laugh at you dementia. I can blow your mind I can blow your mind. The trees so stark, shake like leaves The garden is under siege The storm cries, war lieutenant speaks This holy man, the alchemist. I can blow your mind I can blow your mind. Put a word in my mouth and watch me swallow Dig a hole into the ground, the funeral orchestra. Slow down, your pace is high Brutalized by one man's hate Slow down, kill his love Retribute Retribution. I'm back again with perspective eyes deception still lingers on But I am not one to categorize, I'm a free man on my own Looking back upon the disrespect, next time I'm ready to fight Unlike a soldier in a battlefield, I'll pull my horses back and leave! Oh yeah!
"The Alchemist" by Witchcraft, from their album of the same name. Definitely one of my top songs of all time.
If you consider yourself a metal head and you don't give this song the respect it's do. Then GTFO. One of the best metal songs EVER created.
- It is puzzling. - What's that? - You made me into an individual. You encouraged me to stop thinking like a member of the collective... to cultivate my independence... my Humanity. But when I try to assert that independence, I am punished. - Individuality has its limits. Especially on a starship, where there's a command structure. - I believe that you are punishing me because I don't think the way that you do... because I'm not becoming more like you. You claim to respect my individuality... But in fact, you are frightened by it. - As you were.
Seven of Nine to Janeway, from the Voyager episode, Prey.
How should a man handle his critics? ...I don’t like it—it hurts, but if you cook food or write books or make television, it’s like the tide, the weight will break on the beach. There is no stopping it. It will come and then another wave and then another wave. There’s nothing you can do about it and there’s no point to railing against it. You’ve just got to toughen up. Learn to swim. I just suck it up. You’re lucky that people give a shit in the first place to even bother to talk about you.
Excerpt from a Men’s Journal interview with Anthony Bourdain. Bourdain is a guru and his life advice is amazing.
What's the best way to motivate other people? Make them feel special. Create an esprit de corp and a feeling that you are an elite, that even if you have the shittiest jobs within a large organization, you should feel proud of the fact that you’re part of something. Recognize excellence. Celebrate weirdness and innovation. Odd balls should be cherished if they can do something that other people can’t do. But also everybody needs to understand that there are certain absolutes, there is a certain line. That no matter how much I love you— you may be my favorite, but if you show up late, two days in a row, I’m sorry—but you’re going over the side.
Excerpt from a Men's Journal interview with Anthony Bourdain. Bourdain is a guru and his life advice is amazing.
I speak the popular myth of prescience: to know the future absolutely! All of it! What fortunes could be made-- and lost-- on such absolute advantage, eh? The rabble believes this. They believe that if a little bit is good, more must be better. How excellent! And if you handed one of them the complete scenario of his life, the unvarying dialogue up to his moment of death-- what a hellish gift that'd be. What utter boredom! Every living instant he'd be replaying what he knew absolutely. No deviation. He could anticipate every response, every utterance-- over and over and over and over and over and ..." Leto shook his head. "Ignorance has its advantages. A universe of surprises is what I pray for!
Leto to Jessica, from Frank Huebert's Children of Dune.
It was a face which darkness could kill in an instant a face easily hurt by laughter or light 'We think differently at night' she told me once lying back languidly And she would quote Cocteau 'I feel there is an angel inside me' she'd say 'whom I am constantly shocking' Then she would smile and look away light a cigarette for me sigh and rise and stretch her sweet anatomy let fall a stocking.
8 from Lawrence Ferlinghetti's, A Coney Island of the Mind.
Nosounds' The Anger Song, from their album "Afterthoughts" and the EP "At the Pier".
And your love is a graveyard Where the grasses grow low And the people that lie here Knew just what you know Now your shovel's a shot glass and you drink your own toast You're living your life as a ghost You see, love is a playground Where the grasses grow low And the people that play here Reap just what they sow And if your shovel's a shot glass and you drink your own toast You're living your life as a ghost, a ghost
Excerpt from Gazpacho's "Massive Illusion", from their amazing album Night.
Metal Gear Solid creator Hideo Kojima is teaming up with filmmaker Guillermo del Toro for Konami's 'Silent Hills.'
THE BEST GAMING NEWS LIKE EVER, EVER.
- I just spent the last ten minutes hearing his views on biological life. Let's just say they're a bit unconventional. Did you realize that we organics are a bunch of inferior, disgusting animals? - Now that you mention it...
B'Elanna Torres and The Doctor, from the Voyager episode, Revulsion.
- All of these elaborate rituals of deception... I didn't realize becoming Human again would be such a challenge. Sexuality is particularly complex. As Borg, we had no need for seduction, no time for single-cell fertilization. We saw a species we wanted, and we assimilated it. Nevertheless, I am willing to explore my Humanity. Take off your clothes. - Uh... Seven... - Don't be alarmed. I won't hurt you.
Harry Kim gets "propositioned" by Seven of Nine, from the Voyager episode, Revulsion.
- I always wanted to learn Borg. - That is difficult to believe. - I was kidding. It was a joke.
Seven of Nine and Harry Kim from the Voyager episode, Revulsion.
I wish it were as easy to stop hating as it was to start.
Chakotay from the Voyager episode, Nemesis.
There's a story I heard as a child, a parable, and I never forgot it. A scorpion was walking along the bank of a river, wondering how to get to the other side. Suddenly, he saw a fox. He asked the fox to take him on his back across the river. The fox said 'No. If I do that, you'll sting me and I'll drown.' The scorpion assured him, 'If I did that, we'd both drown.' So, the fox thought about it, and finally agreed. So, the scorpion climbed up on his back, and the fox began to swim, but halfway across the river, the scorpion stung him. As the poison filled his veins, the fox turned to the scorpion and said, 'Why did you do that? Now you'll drown too.' 'I couldn't help it,' said the scorpion, 'it's my nature'.
Chakotay uses a parable to illustrate his objection to Janeway's plans to ally with the Borg, from the Voyager episode, Scorpion Part I.