The word love written in all the possible ways to say "I Love You."
Competition is a rivalry between individuals,
groups, nations, or animals, for territory, a
niche, or allocation of resources.
I've been thinking about this a lot lately.
an urge for survival...
whatever happened to sharing?
"You have a picture of life within you, a faith, a challenge, and you were ready for deeds and sufferings and sacrifices, and then you became aware by degrees that the world asked no deeds and no sacrifices of you whatever, and that life is no poem of heroism with heroic parts to play and so on, but a comfortable room where people are quite content with eating and drinking, coffee and knitting, cards and wireless. And whoever wants more and has got
it in him (the heroic and the beautiful, and the reverence for the great poets or for the saints) is a fool and a Don Quixote."
Good.
And it has been just the same for me, my friend. I was a gifted girl. I was meant to live up to a high standard, to expect much of myself and do great things. I have played a great part. I could have been the wife of a king, the beloved of a revolutionary, the sister of a genius, the mother of a martyr. And life has allowed me just this, to be a courtesan of fairly good taste, and even that has been hard enough.
-steppenwolf
herman hesse
it is now logo time.
woot.
-staci j
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