November 2013

* jagged pill

"From even the greatest of horrors irony is seldom absent."
(H.P. Lovecraft)


"All right," said the princess to the Frog.

I promise you anything you want, if you will only bring me back the golden ball.

But she thought:

"How that simple frog chatters! There he sits in the water with his own kind, and could never be the companion of a human being."

As soon as the frog had obtained her promise, he ducked his head and sank, and after a little while came swimming up again; he had the ball in his mouth and tossed it on the grass. The princess was elated when she saw her pretty toy. She picked it up and scampered away.

"Wait, wait," called the frog, "take me along; I can't run like you."

She paid not the slightest heed, but hurried home, and soon had completely forgotten the poor frog, who must have hopped back again into his spring.

This is an example of one of the ways in which the adventure can begin. A blunder - apparently the merest chance - reveals an unsuspected world, and the individual is drawn into a relationship with forces that are not rightly understood.

As Freud has shown, blunders are not the merest chance. They are the result of suppressed desires and conflicts. They are ripples on the surface of life, produced by unsuspected springs. And these may be very deep - as deep as the soul itself.

The disappearance of the ball is the first sign of something coming for the princess, the frog is the second, and the unconsidered promise is the third.

(Joseph Campbell,




Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live, it is asking others to live as one wishes to live.

And unselfishness is letting other people's lives alone, not interfering with them.

Selfishness always aims at creating around it an absolute uniformity of type. Unselfishness recognises infinite variety of type as a delightful thing, accepts it, acquiesces in it, enjoys it.

It is not selfish to think for oneself. A man who does not think for himself does not think at all. It is grossly selfish to require of one's neighbour that he should think in the same way, and hold the same opinions. Why should he? If he can think, he will probably think differently.

If he cannot think, it is monstrous to require thought of any kind from him. A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. It would be horribly selfish if it wanted all the other flowers in the garden to be both red and roses.
(Oscar Wilde)

"Evil is whatever distracts."



"You can't forgive without loving. And I don't mean sentimentality. I don't mean mush. I mean having enough courage to stand up and say, 'I forgive. I'm finished with it."
(Maya Angelou)

"No, I am a crier and if people ever saw me privately they would be shocked at what a bowl of mush I am underneath it all."
(Larry David)

"We're talking about the struggle to drag a thought over from the mush of the unconscious into some kind of grammar, syntax, human sense; every attempt means starting over with language. starting over with accuracy."
(Anne Carson)

"Men are much softer than women, more sentimental. They cry at the movies and pretend not to. The male of the species is weak. He doesn't tolerate pain well."
(Will Christopher Baer, Penny)