what's your favorite qoute/poem/aphorism,ect...?

[Nomada]

"He who dies with the most toys wins." Don't know who said that

 

[Forkbender]

Mitch Hedberg's my hero man, too bad he's dead. I almost cried after it happened when I saw it on the news. Best one liners ever, and all the good comedians are dead now.

We organize a wake every now and then to remember him. Good times.

 

[LiplessMouth]

Does it involve everyone sitting around listening to Hedberg albums while doing some kind of drug? 'Cause that would be the shit of shits, I think he'd love it too.

 

[Forkbender]

A DVD of his comedy central special and large quantities of weed. :wink:

 

[LiplessMouth]

What a beautiful ceremony.

 

[Forkbender]

Replication is free.

 

[Forkbender]

Every drug, legal or illegal, provides some reward. Every drug presents some risk. And every drug can be abused. Ultimately, in my opinion, it is up to each of us to measure the reward against the risk and decide which outweighs the other [...] My philosophy can be distilled into four words: be informed, then choose.

- Alexander Shulgin, PIHKAL, pp xiv-xv.

 

[druglessdouglas]

one of my favorite "poets", and a countryman of my own, Ivor Cutler
as mad as a box of frogs

 

[restin]

"I would rather be ashes than dust!
I would rather that my spark should burn out
in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot.
I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom
of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
The function of man is to live, not to exist.
I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them.
I shall use my time." (Jack London)

 

[ararat]

The centipede was happy, quite,
Until a toad in fun
Said, "Pray, which leg goes after which?"
This worked his mind to such a pitch,
He lay distracted in a ditch,
Considering how to run.



I read that in a book by alan watts, I don't know who wrote that, but as there is no citation whatsoever, I suppose it's by him.

 

[Forkbender]

"We're just a thought away from reality"

 

[Forkbender]

"The more dedicated, the more medicated, ya feel me?" - Snoop Dogg

 

[endlessness]

already many nice ones posted

some of my favourite quotes are from sufism

here's a few

A donkey with a load of holy books is still a donkey.
Traditional (Essential Sufism)

If someone remarks: "What an excellent man you are!" and this pleases you more than his saying, "What a bad man you are!" know that you are still a bad man.
Sufyan al Thawri (Essential Sufism)

Pray for what you want, but work for the things you need.
Modern Traditional (Essential Sufism)


IF words come out of the heart, they will enter the heart, but if they come from the tongue, they will not pass beyond the ears.
Al-Suhrawardi (Essential Sufism)


If you are irritated by every rub, how will you be polished?
Rumi

“Silence is the language of God, all else is poor translation.

 

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some i like:

No drug, not even alcohol, causes the fundamental ills of society. If we're looking for the sources of our troubles, we shouldn't test people for drugs, we should test them for stupidity, ignorance, greed and love of power.

There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone, in fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape, but even after admitting this there is no catharsis, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself; no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.

I HAVE BUT RECENTLY RETURNED FROM THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH. I'M RAPTUROUSLY BREATHING IN ALL THE ODORS AND ESSENCES OF LIFE. I'VE BEEN TO THE BRINK OF TOTAL OBLIVION. I REMEMBER AND FERMENT THE DESIRE TO REMEMBER EVERYTHING.

I suddenly became strangely inebriated. The external world became changed as in a dream. Objects appeared to gain inrelief; they assumed unusual dimensions; and colors became more glowing.
Even self-perception and the sense of time were changed. When the eyes were closed, colored pictures flashed past in a quickly changing kaleidoscope. After a few hours, the not unpleasant inebriation, which had been experienced whilst I was fully conscious, disappeared. What had caused this condition?

...to be enlightened is to be aware, always, of total reality in its immanent otherness - to be aware of it and yet to remain in a condition to survive as an animal, to think and feel as a human being, to resort whenever expedient to systematic reasoning. Our goal is to discover that we have always been where we ought to be. Unhappily we make the task exceedingly difficult for ourselves. Meanwhile, however, there are gratuitous graces in the form of partial and fleeting realizations. Under a more realistic, a less exclusively verbal system of education than ours, every Angel (in Blake's sense of that word) would be permitted as a sabbatical treat, would be urged and even, if necessary, compelled to take an occasional trip through some chemical Door in the Wall into the world of transcendental experience. If it terrified him, it would be unfortunate but probably salutary. If it brought him a brief but timeless illumination, so much the better. In either case the Angel might lose a little of the confident insolence sprouting from systematic reasoning and the consciousness of having read all the books. Near the end of his life Aquinas experienced Infused Contemplation. Thereafter he refused to go back to work on his unfinished book. Compared with this, everything he had read and argued about and written - Aristotle and the Sentences, the Questions, the Propositions, the majestic Summas-was no better than chaff or straw, For most intellectuals such a sit-down strike would be inadvisable, even morally wrong. But the Angelic Doctor had done more systematic reasoning than any twelve ordinary Angels, and was already ripe for death. He had earned the right, in those last months of his mortality, to turn away from merely symbolic straw and chaff to the bread of actual and substantial Fact. For Angels of a lower order and with better prospects of longevity, there must be a return to the straw. But the man who comes back through the Door in the Wall will never be quite the same as the man who went out. He will be wiser but less cocksure, happier but less self-satisfied, humbler in acknowledging his ignorance yet better equipped to understand the relationship of words to things, of systematic reasoning to the unfathomable mystery which it tries, forever vainly, to comprehend.

There are no passengers on spaceship earth. We are all crew.

Some years ago I myself made some observations on this aspect of nitrous oxide intoxication, and reported them in print. One conclusion was forced upon my mind at that time, and my impression of its truth has ever since remained unshaken. It is that our normal waking consciousness, rational consciousness as we call it, is but one special type of consciousness, whilst all about it, parted from it by the filmiest of screens, there lie potential forms of consciousness entirely different. We may go through life without suspecting their existence; but apply the requisite stimulus, and at a touch they are there in all their completeness, definite types of mentality which probably somewhere have their field of application and adaptation. No account of the universe in its totality can be final which leaves these other forms of consciousness quite discarded. How to regard them is the question—for they are so discontinuous with ordinary consciousness. Yet they may determine attitudes, though they cannot furnish formulas, and open a region, though they fail to give a map. At any rate, they forbid a premature closing of our accounts with reality.

When we truly hate what’s happening, our instinct is to flee from it like a house on fire. But if we can learn to turn around and enter that fire, to let it burn all our resistance away, then we find ourselves arising from the ashes with a new sense of power and freedom.

The older we get, the more likely we are to experience these moments of ‘cognitive dissonance,’ when self-image and reality contradict each other. Though this conflict is uncomfortable, it is a clear window into the place where we are clinging, and where we need to pay attention. Just as physical pain alerts us to trouble in the body, mental pain alerts us to where we need to be more conscious. In other words, our frustrations, anger, delusions, and so on become our greatest helpers in freeing ourselves from suffering. They point to where the Ego is trapped, and remind us to begin to shift our identity to the Soul level. They show where we are resisting change, where we are time-bound, and where we need to grow beyond past conditioning.