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It really troubles me when people use academic achievement as a means of measuring intelligence. You’re basically saying that somebody who is able to successfully jump through hoops and be submissive to authority is the height of intelligence, rather than looking at somebody’s capacity to think independently and creatively. I think that you can tell a lot more about somebody’s level of intelligence by sitting down with them and having a five minute conversation rather than looking at some letters on a piece of paper which, essentially, are meaningless.

— Source (via -retrograde)
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beingblog: “Forgiveness is an act of the will, and the will can function regardless of the temperature of the heart.” —Corrie ten Boom, author of The Hiding Place. Corrie ten Boom’s family hid Jews in their home during the Holocaust. After an informant reported on them in 1944, she and her family were arrested and sent to concentration camps where her father, nephew, and sister died. Photo by Hilde Skjolberg. (Taken with instagram)
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kateoplis: Michelle de la Vega’s Mini House
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tattoolit: These are six lines from “Tattooing in Qazwin”, a poem by Rumi and (loosely) translated by Coleman Barks. The full poem is below, with the six lines bolded. The tattoo was designed by Joshua Davis (www.theartofjoshuadavis.com) and inked by the incomparable Scott Versago (www.scottversago.com). The thorns speak for themselves. The blue is for good luck. The whirling dervish is a tribute to Rumi and the Mevlevi Order, and Rumi’s name is at the bottom in Farsi. In Qazwin, they have a custom of tattooing themselves for good luck, with a blue ink, on the back of the hand, the shoulder, wherever. A certain man goes to his barber and asks to be given a powerful, heroic, blue lion on his shoulder blade. “And do it with flair! I’ve got Leo ascending. I want plenty of blue!” But as soon as the needle starts pricking, he howls, “What are you doing?” “The lion.” “Which limb did you start with?” “I began with the tail.” “Well, leave out the tail. That lion’s rump is in a bad place for me. It cuts off my wind.” The barber continues, and immediately the man yells out, “Ooooooooo! Which part now?” “The ear.” “Doc, let’s do a lion with no ears this time.” The barber shakes his head, and once more the needle, and once more the wailing, “Where are you now?” “The belly.” “I like a lion without a belly.” The master lion-maker stands for a long time with his fingers in his teeth. Finally he throws the needle down. “No one has ever been asked to do such a thing! To create a lion without a tail or a head or a stomach. God himself could not do it!” Brother, stand the pain. Escape the poison of your impulses. The sky will bow to your beauty, if you do. Learn to light the candle. Rise with the sun. Turn away from the cave of your sleeping. That way a thorn expands to a rose. A particular glows with the universal. What is it to praise? Make yourself particles. What is it to know something of God? Burn inside that presence. Burn up. Copper melts in the healing elixir. So melt yourself in the mixture that sustains existence. You tighten your two hands together, determined not to give up saying “I” and “we.” This tightening blocks you.
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poetrysociety: For poetry was all written before time was, and whenever we are so finely organized that we can penetrate into that region where the air is music, we hear those primal warblings and attempt to write them down, but we lose ever and anon a work or a verse and substitute something of our own, and thus miswrite the poem. Ralph Waldo Emerson, from THE POET Born today May 25, 1803. 
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transient-high: So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, comformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.  -CHRISTOPHER MCCANDLESS the man Listen to him
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Yesterday I was clever,
So I wanted to change the world.
Today I am wise,
So I am changing myself…

— Rumi (via santmat)
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