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Donald Trump would probably have been a blowhard and a bully whatever his social station. But his billions have insulated him from the external checks that limit most people’s ability to act out their narcissistic tendencies; nobody has ever been in a position to tell him, “You’re fired!” And the result is the face you keep seeing on your TV.
—Paul Krugman, in today's NY Times Opionion Page, on Privilege, Pathology, and Power.

I hope you find someone who is brave enough to enter your storm, and respects you enough to love the size of your waves. I hope you find someone who will relish the calm you can have, and who is eager to set sail on the expanse of your mind. I hope you find someone that can't escape the love they have for you, because now they have you in their very blood, always reminding them that you are the only sea worth exploring.

T.B. LaBerge

Love is cure...
Love is power...
Love is the magic of changes...
Love is the mirror of divine beauty...

-Rumi

“Friends with benefits? More than friends? Don't sample the goodies unless you're willing to risk addiction and withdrawal.”

Ann Landers

I will not have my life narrowed down. I will not bow down to somebody else's whim or to someone else's ignorance.

~ Bell Hooks

La Belle Dame Sans Merci A Ballad by John Keats (1795-1821)

I.
O WHAT can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has wither’d from the lake,
And no birds sing.
II.
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms!
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done.
III.
I see a lily on thy brow
With anguish moist and fever dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.
IV.
I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
V.
I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She look’d at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.
VI.
I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song.
VII.
She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna dew,
And sure in language strange she said—
“I love thee true.”
VIII.
She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept, and sigh’d fill sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.
IX.
And there she lulled me asleep,
And there I dream’d—Ah! woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dream’d
On the cold hill’s side.
X.
I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—“La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!”
XI.
I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill’s side.
XII.
And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is wither’d from the lake,
And no birds sing...

In the chaotic rubble she still remembered who she was. —R.M. Drake

"In order to really grow inside, you must first be challenged from all directions.
Things cannot just go your way. You cannot command life or expect it to fulfill your projections.
If things are always easy, you go to sleep inside your being.
As you become more sensitive, more alert, more intuitive, open and silent, fear, resistance and lethargy subside and are replaced with a deep calm and a faith in the unseen one.
Though no outer company may be seen alongside you, the one who walks with God is never alone. The hosts of the heavens walk with them.

Welcome on the road of true life." ~ Mooji

“It is better to experience moment of discomfort in the achievement of your dreams than to be comfortable without accomplishing your dreams.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!

“I’m not like he is, you know,” he tells me, but that isn’t the part that stirs my cold, dead heart. It’s the words he follows it up with a second later, as though it barely takes him anything to let them out: “So if you want to run, run. I won’t sit on the side-lines and wait for you to slip away, like you never existed.” He pauses, thickly. Takes a second, in a way I can understand. “I’ll fight for you, El. I’ll always fight for you.”
― Charlotte Stein, Power Play

“Let there be spaces in your togetherness, and let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls...
Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.”

~ Khalil Gibran

I want to sing like the birds sing,
Not worrying about who hears or what they think.

~ Rumi