Random Glory

“We need the tonic of wildness.”
—- Henry David Thoreau

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“He read political books. They gave him phrases which he could only speak to himself and use on Shama. They also revealed one region after another of misery and injustice and left him feeling more helpless and more isolated than ever. Then it was that he discovered the solace of Dickens. Without difficulty he transferred characters and settings to people and places he knew. In the grotesques of Dickens everything he feared and suffered from was ridiculed and diminished, so that his own anger, his own contempt became unnecessary, and he was given strength to bear the most difficult part of his day: dressing in the morning, that daily affirmation of faith in oneself, which at times for him was almost like an act of sacrifice.”
— V. S. Naipaul
7-7-2014: Another objective attained (CompTIA Cloud+ Certification). HELL YES!!!

7-7-2014: Another objective attained (CompTIA Cloud+ Certification). HELL YES!!!

“I believe that there is a longing in my soul that searches the whole world.”
— Søren Kierkegaard, Either/Or

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“In solitude. Those who live alone do not speak too loud nor write too loud, for they fear the hollow echo—the critique of the nymph Echo. And all voices sound different in solitude.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche

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“Thinking is difficult; that’s why most people judge.”
— Carl Jung
“My brain and this world don’t fit each other.”
— G.K. Chesterton, The Innocence of Father Brown.

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“Let all of life be an unfettered howl.”
— Vladimir Nabokov

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“How many faces, how many bodies can you recognize, with your eyes closed, only by touching them? Have you ever closed your eyes and acted unconsciously? Or loved someone so blindly, you could almost feel their energy in a dark room and be moved by the powerful touch of their ideas?”
— Jean Baudrilard

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Albert Camus, Notebooks 1951 - 1959.

Albert Camus, Notebooks 1951 - 1959.