El caos no es una fosa. Es una escalera. Muchos que intentan escalarla fallan y nunca pueden volver a intentarlo. La caída los rompe. Y algunos se les otorga la posibilidad de escalar… pero rehúsan. Se aferran al reino o a los dioses… o al amor. Ilusiones. Solo la escalera es real. Escalar es todo lo que queda.

IF
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream — and not make dreams your master;
If you can think — and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings — nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And — which is more — you’ll be a Man, my son!Rudyard Kipling in Rewards and Fairies, cited in You Can Master Life
Song: “Life’s for the Living” by passEnger
Fumarse un porro es importantísimo, es un paso fundamental de todo filósofo posmodernista; no lo olvide.

Nothing can make our lives, or the lives of other people, more beautiful than perpetual kindness.
Leo Tolstoy in A Calendar of Wisdom
Song: “Kindness Be Conceived” by Thao & The Get Down Stay Down
Kalimantan
Neil Gaiman: I was reading a book (about interjections, oddly enough) yesterday...
I was reading a book (about interjections, oddly enough) yesterday which included the phrase “In these days of political correctness…” talking about no longer making jokes that denigrated people for their culture or for the colour of their skin. And I thought, “That’s not actually anything to do…
You leave a piece of your heart in every book you give away to someone else. ♥
Si llego a tener hijos, quiero hacer ésto:
omg im gonna do this with my kids for every grade until they finish high school and they will hate me for it but love me for it when theyre 70
Yes, I will do this as well!
(via rob3d)
Source: naniithran
Jeremy Gilbert-Rolfe used to tell me this in grad school.
There is truth to this…especially when you feel stuck and uninspired.
Source: brian-kenny




