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Importance of Original Knowledge
Principle #1: Don't trust retellers, get hold of the original sources.
A new monk arrives at the monastery. He is assigned to help the other monks in copying the old texts by hand. He notices, however, that they are copying copies, and not the original books.
So, the new monk goes to the head monk to ask him about this. He points out that if there was an error in the first copy, that error would be continued in all of the other copies. The head monk says, "We have been copying from the copies for centuries, but you make a good point, my son."
So, he goes down into the cellar with one of the copies to check it against the original. Hours later, nobody has seen him. So, one of the monks goes downstairs to look for him. He hears sobbing coming from the back of the cellar and finds the old monk leaning over one of the original books crying. He asks what's wrong.
"The word is celebrate not celibate," says the old monk with tears in his eyes.
http://www.orcca.on.ca/~elena/site/DidacticJokes.html
namaste
In The Wind
ohiosmith
(24,262 posts)In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)antiquie
(4,299 posts)on Saturday morning is a good thing.
In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)just sayin'
littlemissmartypants
(22,418 posts)In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)ConcernedCanuk
(13,509 posts).
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oh yeah
just pouring myself a bath
yeah
this being able to be clean is a bit of a trip!
found I wasn't so tanned after all - just a dirty white boy . .
In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)ConcernedCanuk
(13,509 posts).
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In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)ConcernedCanuk
(13,509 posts).
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STILL leaving a dirt ring in the tub
frickadee
I really was a dirty white boy
In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)ConcernedCanuk
(13,509 posts).
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but I sorta am disgusted with how dirty I've been for the last 5 years -
I believe it's not my fault, but still
am a wee(maybe I shouldn't use that word?) ashamed of smelling so bad
ya don't notice it as it creeps into your clothes/body/house on a day to day basis
but NOW?
as soon as I go back to my trailers I smell everything in there
and it ain't nice
but you are correct
it'll get better
ty
In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)yes, that is from a 12 step program
in the wind was the chair . . . for over 2 years.
Sekhmets Daughter
(7,515 posts)Thank you for the chuckle!
In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)Sekhmets Daughter
(7,515 posts)I so appreciate that.
In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)read it somewhere: Laughter Is The Best Medicine
Sekhmets Daughter
(7,515 posts)In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)siligut
(12,272 posts)Very good to have her around And on our side
Sekhmets Daughter
(7,515 posts)In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)ConcernedCanuk
(13,509 posts).
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I think my second album as a young teen was by Dr. Murray Banks
called "how to Live with yourself or What to do until the psychiatrist comes"
It was in the 50''s
so no there ain't no video
oh
just did a google
check it out
he is both informative and entertaining
there is more than one album in there
apparently the web caught on to his wisdom
In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)Loryn
(941 posts)You can come over for coffee any day of the week!
you are welcome in my home, my heart any time!
ConcernedCanuk
(13,509 posts).
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just a wee bit of difference there doncha think??
Think I'll go with the celebrate thing
In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)ConcernedCanuk
(13,509 posts).
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lunatica
(53,410 posts)LOL!
In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)sheshe2
(83,355 posts)This flower is for you I_T_W.
Thank you!
In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)yes ~
thank you sheshe2
sheshe2
(83,355 posts)Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
By William Ernest Henley
, I_T_W,
she
http://yogaofwriting.net/?p=1815
freshwest
(53,661 posts)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!
While not a man, this has seen me many days of my life, that ran like that. I'll bet it reminds you of someone else, too...
sheshe2
(83,355 posts)When others doubt you, when they want to hammer you down, we must be true to ourselves!
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:
Thank you, freshwest. This is one I had not read!
freshwest
(53,661 posts)sheshe2
(83,355 posts)In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)[URL=.html][IMG][/IMG][/URL]
I know those lines well . . . . . . . . .
she
namaste
in the wind
sheshe2
(83,355 posts)~You have a beautiful soul.
Robert Louis Stevenson
The Wind
From Child's Garden of Verses
I saw you toss the kites on high
And blow the birds about the sky;
And all around I heard you pass,
Like ladies' skirts across the grass--
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!
I saw the different things you did,
But always you yourself you hid.
I felt you push, I heard you call,
I could not see yourself at all--
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!
O you that are so strong and cold,
O blower, are you young or old?
Are you a beast of field and tree,
Or just a stronger child than me?
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!
she
In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)When you speak to me ~ I truly feel your words.
Like the warm caress of a midnight summer breeze.
You are amazing. I feel honored by all that is . . . to know you.