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�??Every man is the builder of a temple, called his body, to the god he worships, after a style purely his own, nor can he get off by hammering marble instead. We are all sculptors and painters, and our material is our own flesh and blood and bones.�??

  • Thoreau

A little too abstract, a little too wise,
It is time for us to kiss the earth again,
It is time to let the leaves rain from the skies,
Let the rich life run to the roots again.
I will go to the lovely Sur Rivers
And dip my arms in them up to the shoulders.
I will find my accounting where the alder leaf quivers
In the ocean wind over the river boulders.
I will touch things and things and no more thoughts,
That breed like mouthless May-flies darkening the sky,
The insect clouds that blind our passionate hawks
So that they cannot strike, hardly can fly.
Things are the hawk’s food and noble is the mountain, Oh noble
Pico Blanco, steep sea-wave of marble.

  • Robinson Jeffers

Were cattle to postulate a god (perhaps they do), he would have horns and hooves

  • Xenophanes
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I could take a passage or two, but it wouldn’t do it justice. Strong words by Rudyard Kipling.

IF_

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!

-Rudyard Kipling

63

Two men look out through the same bars; One sees the mud and one the stars. – Frederick Langbridge

64

If you don’t know where you’re going, don’t go there fast- Carl Bunch

There is safety in violence- unknown

Do not greet Death, punch him repeatedly in the throat as he drags you away- got it from an old No Fear shirt

(before someone else does)- Do you want to be a fucking fighter? - Dana White

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"This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day"

Henry V - William Shakespeare

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[quote]emdawgz1 wrote:
“This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say ‘To-morrow is Saint Crispian:’
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say ‘These wounds I had on Crispin’s day.’
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember’d.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember’d;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day”

Henry V - William Shakespeare[/quote]

reading that gives me goosebumps

67

Death to all fanatics!

68

“Who is the master?!!”

-Sho’nuff

69

[quote]Uncle Gabby wrote:
“Who is the master?!!”

-Sho’nuff[/quote]

“Kiss my Converse”

Sho’nuff to Bruce Leroy

D

70

Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see there is so much more
and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

jmk

71

“The STRONGER the body the more it obeys, the WEAKER the body the more it commands.”

-Sig Klein-

“Fight like HELL,
Never give up”

-me-, to a friend getting ready for her
lung transplant

72

[quote]Steel Nation wrote:
I don�??t know what to say, really. Three minutes till the biggest battle of our professional lives all comes down to today. Now either we heal as a team or we�??re gonna crumble, inch by inch, play by play, 'til we�??re finished.

We�??re in hell right now, gentlemen, believe me. And, we can stay here – get the shit kicked out of us – or we can fight our way back into the light. We can climb outta hell one inch at a time.

Now, I can�??t do it for you. I�??m too old. I look around. I see these young faces, and I think – I mean – I made every wrong choice a middle-aged man can make. I, uh, I pissed away all my money, believe it or not. I chased off anyone who�??s ever loved me. And lately, I can�??t even stand the face I see in the mirror.

You know, when you get old in life things get taken from you. I mean that’s…part of life. But, you only learn that when you start losing stuff. You find out life�??s this game of inches. So is football. Because in either game, life or football, the margin for error is so small – I mean one-half a step too late, or too early, and you don�??t quite make it. One-half second too slow, too fast, you don�??t quite catch it.

The inches we need are everywhere around us.

They�??re in every break of the game, every minute, every second.

On this team, we fight for that inch. On this team, we tear ourselves and everyone else around us to pieces for that inch. We claw with our fingernails for that inch, because we know when we add up all those inches that�??s gonna make the fuckin’ difference between winning and losing! Between livin’ and dyin’!

I�??ll tell you this: In any fight, it�??s the guy who�??s willing to die who�??s gonna win that inch. And I know if I�??m gonna have any life anymore, it�??s because I�??m still willin’ to fight and die for that inch. Because that�??s what livin’ is! The six inches in front of your face!!

Now I can�??t make you do it. You got to look at the guy next to you. Look into his eyes! Now I think you�??re gonna see a guy who will go that inch with you. You’re gonna see a guy who will sacrifice himself for this team because he knows, when it comes down to it, you�??re gonna do the same for him!

That�??s a team, gentleman!

And, either we heal, now, as a team, or we will die as individuals.

That�??s football guys.

That’s all it is.

Now, what are you gonna do?

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Pacino is the greatest. That scene gives me chills every time I see it.

73

How about a little bit of Marinetti’s “Futurist Manifesto”. Though a little dated, it still has its pluck:

1)We want to sing the love of danger, the habit of energy and rashness.

2)The essential elements of our poetry will be courage, audacity and revolt.

3)Literature has up to now magnified pensive immobility, ecstasy and slumber. We want to exalt movements of aggression, feverish sleeplessness, the double march, the perilous leap, the slap and the blow with the fist.

4)We declare that the splendor of the world has been enriched by a new beauty: the beauty of speed. A racing automobile with its bonnet adorned with great tubes like serpents with explosive breath … a roaring motor car which seems to run on machine-gun fire, is more beautiful than the Victory of Samothrace.

5)We want to sing the man at the wheel, the ideal axis of which crosses the earth, itself hurled along its orbit.

6)The poet must spend himself with warmth, glamour and prodigality to increase the enthusiastic fervor of the primordial elements.

7)Beauty exists only in struggle. There is no masterpiece that has not an aggressive character. Poetry must be a violent assault on the forces of the unknown, to force them to bow before man.

8)We are on the extreme promontory of the centuries! What is the use of looking behind at the moment when we must open the mysterious shutters of the impossible? Time and Space died yesterday. We are already living in the absolute, since we have already created eternal, omnipresent speed.

9)We want to glorify war - the only cure for the world - militarism, patriotism, the destructive gesture of the anarchists, the beautiful ideas which kill, and contempt for woman.

10)We want to demolish museums and libraries, fight morality, feminism and all opportunist and utilitarian cowardice.

11)We will sing of the great crowds agitated by work, pleasure and revolt; the multi-colored and polyphonic surf of revolutions in modern capitals: the nocturnal vibration of the arsenals and the workshops beneath their violent electric moons: the gluttonous railway stations devouring smoking serpents; factories suspended from the clouds by the thread of their smoke; bridges with the leap of gymnasts flung across the diabolic cutlery of sunny rivers: adventurous steamers sniffing the horizon; great-breasted locomotives, puffing on the rails like enormous steel horses with long tubes for bridle, and the gliding flight of aeroplanes whose propeller sounds like the flapping of a flag and the applause of enthusiastic crowds.

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[quote]OctoberGirl wrote:

If you don’t know where you are going, you might wind up someplace else.
Yogi Berra

In theory there is no difference between theory and practice. In practice there is.
Yogi Berra

It ain’t over till it’s over.
Yogi Berra

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Sex is like pizza…when it’s good, it’s really good. And when it’s bad, it’s still pretty good.

Yogi Berra

75

I’d rather be rejected on my own terms, than be misunderstood on someone else’s.

Me :wink:

76

The sanctity of this place has been fouled. -Warrior

77

“ITs time for me to get big quick !!!” MY words

78

The Iron is the best antidepressant I have ever found. There is no better way to fight weakness than with strength. Once the mind and body have been awakened to their true potential, it�??s impossible to turn back.

The Iron never lies to you. You can walk outside and listen to all kinds of talk, get told that you�??re a god or a total bastard. The Iron will always kick you the real deal. The Iron is the great reference point, the all-knowing perspective giver. Always there like a beacon in the pitch black.

I have found the Iron to be my greatest friend. It never freaks out on me, never runs. Friends may come and go. But two hundred pounds is always two hundred pounds. - Henry Rollins.

79

If you don’t take care of your body, where will you live?
-can’t remember

For though a righteous man falls seven times, he rises again, but the wicked are brought down by calamity.
Proverbs 24:16

80

“Derice, a gold metal is a wonderful thing. But if your not enough without it, you’ll never be enough with it.”
-John Candy(Cool Runnings)

“Good people sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf.”