A MAN NEEDS A LITTLE MADNESS

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The film “Zorba The Greek“, based on the novel by Nikos Kazantzakis  (1883 –1957), was nominated for seven and won three Academy Awards in 1964.

QUOTES FROM THE FILM:

“You’ve got everthing except one thing: madness! A man needs a little madness, or else he never dares cut the rope and be free. “

“Life is trouble. Only death is not. To be alive is to undo your belt and *look* for trouble.”

“On a deaf man’s door, you can knock forever!”

“God has a very big heart but there is one sin he will not forgive: if a woman calls a man to her bed and he will not go. I know because a very wise old Turk told me.”

“Am I not a man? And is a man not stupid? I’m a man, so I married. Wife, children, house, everything. The full catastrophe.”

“You think too much.That is your trouble.Clever people and grocers, they weigh everything. “

“If a woman sleeps alone, it puts a shame on all men. “

MARK TWAIN: THOUGHTS ABOUT DEATH

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MARK TWAIN on death

Death is the starlit strip between the companionship of yesterday and the reunion of tomorrow.
– on monument erected to Mark Twain & Ossip Gabrilowitsch

All say, “How hard it is that we have to die”– a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live.
The Tragedy of Pudd’nhead Wilson and the Comedy of the Extraordinary Twins

Whoever has lived long enough to find out what life is, knows how deep a debt of gratitude we owe to Adam, the first great benefactor of our race. He brought death into the world.
The Tragedy of Pudd’nhead Wilson and the Comedy of the Extraordinary Twins

The Impartial Friend: Death, the only immortal who treats us all alike, whose pity and whose peace and whose refuge are for all–the soiled and the pure, the rich and the poor, the loved and the unloved.
– Mark Twain, last written statement; Moments with Mark Twain, Paine

Pity is for the living, envy is for the dead.
Following the Equator

Death, the refuge, the solace, the best and kindliest and most prized friend and benefactor of the erring, the forsaken, the old and weary and broken of heart.
– Adam speech, 1883

Life was not a valuable gift, but death was. Life was a fever-dream made up of joys embittered by sorrows, pleasure poisoned by pain; a dream that was a nightmare-confusion of spasmodic and fleeting delights, ecstasies, exultations, happinesses, interspersed with long-drawn miseries, griefs, perils, horrors, disappointments, defeats,humiliations, and despairs–the heaviest curse devisable by divine ingenuity; but death was sweet, death was gentle, death was kind; death healed the bruised spirit and the broken heart, and gave them rest and forgetfulness; death was man’s best friend; when man could endure life no longer, death came and set him free.
Letters from the Earth

Manifestly, dying is nothing to a really great and brave man.
– Letter to Olivia Clemens, 7/1/1885 (referring to General Grant)

How lovely is death; and how niggardly it is doled out.
– Letter to Olivia Clemens, 8/19/1896

It is a solemn thought: dead, the noblest man’s meat is inferior to pork.
More Maxims of Mark, Johnson, 1927

[I am] not sorry for anybody who is granted the privilege of prying behind the curtain to see if there is any contrivance that is half so shabby and poor and foolish as the invention of mortal life.
– Letter to Mary Mason Fairbanks, 1894

I think we never become really and genuinely our entire and honest selves until we are dead–and not then until we have been dead years and years. People ought to start dead, and they would be honest so much earlier.
Mark Twain in Eruption

To die one’s self is a thing that must be easy, & light of consequence; but to lose a part of one’s self–well, we know how deep that pang goes, we who have suffered that disaster, received that wound which cannot heal.
– Letter to Will Bowen, 11/4/1888

Favored above Kings and Emperors is the stillborn child.
– Notebook, #42 1898

All people have had ill luck, but Jairus’s daughter & Lazarus the worst.
– Notebook #42, 1898

No real estate is permanently valuable but the grave.
– Notebook #42, 1898

Death is so kind, so benignant, to whom he loves; but he goes by us others & will not look our way.
– Letter to W. D. Howells, 12/20/1898

A distinguished man should be as particular about his last words as he is about his last breath. He should write them out on a slip of paper and take the judgment of his friends on them. He should never leave such a thing to the last hour of his life, and trust to an intellectual spurt at the last moment to enable him to say something smart with his latest gasp and launch into eternity with grandeur.
– “The Last Words of Great Men”, 1869

Death….a great Leveler — a king before whose tremendous majesty shades & differences in littleness cannot be discerned — an Alp from whose summit all small things are the same size.
– Letter to Olivia Clemens, 10/15/1871

HEDONISM (PARTY-EAT-DRINK-SCREW-TILL-YOU-DIE-ISM)

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thomas_couture-romans_of_the_decadence(painting by Thomas Couture: Romans of the decadence)

It’s hard to argue with the ages old philosophy of hedonism. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hedonism 

We are confronted on Earth with the reality that we are mortal. We inhabit a body of fragile flesh that will die. We live on a Prison Planet. We are surrounded by perpetual pain: death, taxes and with religious and scientific superstitions that ensure our perpetual stupidity.  The idea of “freedom” to which we feel entitled as a “natural right” of Caucasian Conquers of the “barbarians” of North America, Africa, the Middle East, etc., has been stolen from us by Rothschild Private Banks who own the private military / police force and politicians they control. We are the “peasants”.  We obey, we do the heavy lifting, we do the menial work, we pay taxes, we kill each other on battle fields of perpetual warfare, and we die a certain an eternal death.  As spiritual entities we have been given amnesia.  We do not remember Who We Really Are, or where we came from, or who brought us to this planet.  We are isolated and forgotten on a infinitesimally tiny speck of dust on the fringe of a remote galaxy.  We are lost….forever, and ever.  So, when faced the the brutal reality of our insignificantly abysmal existence, it seems that the only “logical” option is to “get drunk and screw and party till you die”.  (and start all over again when you are reincarnated as a “stinky baby”…..ad infinitum).

noun: hedonism

1) the pursuit of pleasure; sensual self-indulgence.
synonyms: self-indulgence, pleasure-seeking, self-gratification, lotus-eating, sybaritism;
intemperance, immoderation, extravagance, luxury, high living

2) the ethical theory that pleasure (in the sense of the satisfaction of desires) is the highest good and proper aim of human life.

NEW ‘NAZCA LINES’ IN CHINA

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New photos have appeared in Google Maps showing unidentified titanic structures in the middle of the Chinese desert. The first one is an intricate network of what appears to be huge metallic stripes. Is this a military experiment?  They seem to be wide lines drawn with some white material. Or maybe the dust have been dug by machinery.

It’s located in Dunhuang, Jiuquan, Gansu, north of the Shule River, which crosses the Tibetan Plateau to the west into the Kumtag Desert. It covers an area approximately one mile long by more than 3,000 feet wide. The tracks are perfectly executed, and they seem to be designed to be seen from orbit.

You can check it out yourself in Google Maps here.

SEE MORE PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE ARTICLE:  Why Is China Building These Gigantic Structures In the Middle of the Desert? | Danger Room | Wired.com.