Scientists announced that they have located the gene for alcoholism. Scientists say they found it at a party, talking way too loudly. CONAN O’BRIEN

THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

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AUSTRALIAN DRINKING CULTURE.

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Accountability – Knocking over someone else’s beer will only be tolerated if there is a full replacement on the table. In some mining communities, the spilling of ones beer requires the guilty party to receive a punch in the arm from all other members of the party which could be up to 60 people.

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” Believe, it thou wilt, that mountains change their places, but believe not that men change their dispositions.”

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To be 70 years old is like climbing the Alps. You reach a snow-crowned summit, and see behind you the deep valley stretching miles and miles away, and before you other summits higher and whiter, which you may have strength to climb, or may not.
(Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

“In the cherry blossom’s shade there’s no such thing as a stranger.” ― Kobayashi Issa

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“True hospitality is marked by an open response to the dignity of each and every person. Henri Nouwen has described it as receiving the stranger on his own terms, and asserts that it can be offered only by those who ‘have found the centre of their lives in their own hearts’.”
Kathleen Norris, Dakota: A Spiritual Geography

“But, like ivy, we grow where there is room for us.” ― Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You

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Barbara Ehrenreich :

Some of us still get all weepy when we think about the Gaia Hypothesis, the idea that earth is a big furry goddess-creature who resembles everybody’s mom in that she knows what’s best for us. But if you look at the historical record—Krakatoa, Mt. Vesuvius, Hurricane Charley, poison ivy, and so forth down the ages—you have to ask yourself: Whose side is she on, anyway?

[Barbara Ehrenreich (b. 1941), U.S. author

I see you are inhaling tobacco, puffing, smoking, spitting (I do not object to your spitting), [Gilbert Keith Chesterton (1874-1936)

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“Well, I’m not here to impinge on anybody else’s lifestyle. If I’m in a place where I know I’m going to harm somebody’s health or somebody asks me to please not smoke, I just go outside and smoke. But I do resent the way the nonsmoking mentality has been imposed on the smoking minority. Because, first of all, in a democracy, minorities do have rights. And, second, the whole pitch about smoking has gone from being a health issue to a moral issue, and when they reduce something to a moral issue, it has no place in any kind of legislation, as far as I’m concerned.”

― Frank Zappa

I never saw an oft-removed tree, nor yet an oft-removed family that throve so well as those that settled be. Franklin

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Bernice Weissbourd :

But however the forms of family life have changed and the number expanded, the role of the family has remained constant and it continues to be the major institution through which children pass en route to adulthood.

[Bernice Weissbourd (20th century), U.S. president and fellow of Family Focus, and Carol Grimm (20th century), U.S. fellow of Family Focus. “Family Focus,” Children Today, vol 10, no. 2 (March/April 1981).]

When God sends the dawn he sends it for all. Don Quixote.

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Emma Goldman :

[Anarchism] is the philosophy of the sovereignty of the individual. It is the theory of social harmony. It is the great, surging, living truth that is reconstructing the world, and that will usher in the Dawn.

[Emma Goldman (1869-1940), U.S. anarchist and author; born in Russia. Anarchism and Other Essays, 3rd rev. ed., ch. 1 (1917).]

A gentle hand may lead the elephant with a hair. Persian Rosary.

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Jumbo – Poem by Kevin Patrick

Sixteen stones tones of Sumo Wrestler
Ober hooligan as a basket of puppies
His obsessions were key chains and pizza
And he could play a really mean tuba
He was Jumbo

His closest friend was a foulmouthed red squirrel
Who lived in a lodge by a shallow blue marsh
He taught him how to fight using drunken panda judo
Wearing red tights and aviator goggles
He was Jumbo

In the wastelands of high school hallways
Where everyone’s a mutation of some kind
He was the greatest of all the super heroes
cause he never cared if they called him a zero
He was Jumbo

He never could soar at a Mach speed of five
Or peer with Catskills of infrared vision
But he could be relied on to be a good guy
Playing a billion tunes with a two note Tuba
He was Jumbo

‘And if you want to believe in a god
then believe in yourself
And if you want to fight for what is good
Then simply live what it means to be’

Says My Darling Jumbo

Luck will carry a man across the brook if he is not too lazy to leap. Dan.

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“There is no more sagacious animal than the Icelandic horse. He is stopped by neither snow, nor storm, nor impassable roads, nor rocks, glaciers, or anything. He is courageous, sober, and surefooted. He never makes a false step, never shies. If there is a river or fjord to cross (and we shall meet with many) you will see him plunge in at once, just as if he were amphibious, and gain the opposite bank.”

Jules Verne, Journey to the Center of the Earth

The eagle does not hunt flies.

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Mary Ritter Beard :

Woman’s success in lifting men out of their way of life nearly resembling that of the beasts—who merely hunted and fished for food, who found shelter where they could in jungles, in trees, and caves—was a civilizing triumph.

[Mary Ritter Beard (1876-1958), U.S. historian. Woman as Force in History, ch. 12 (1946).]

“Nothing resembles selfishness more closely than self-respect” ― George Sand, Indiana

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Sherry Turkle :

Ours has been called a culture of narcissism. The label is apt but can be misleading. It reads colloquially as selfishness and self-absorption. But these images do not capture the anxiety behind our search for mirrors. We are insecure in our understanding of ourselves, and this insecurity breeds a new preoccupation with the question of who we are. We search for ways to see ourselves. The computer is a new mirror, the first psychological machine. Beyond its nature as an analytical engine lies its second nature as an evocative object.

[Sherry Turkle (b. 1948), U.S. sociologist and psychologist. The Second Self, ch. 9 (1984)

“How can I be substantial if I do not cast a shadow? I must have a dark side also If I am to be whole” ― C.G. Jung

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Our worst misfortunes are those that never befall us.

” Never give way to melancholy : nothing encroaches more. I fight vigorously.

One great remedy is to .take short views of life.

Are you happy now ?

Are you likely to remain so till this evening? or next week? or next month? or next year?

Then why  destroy present happiness by a distant misery which may never come at all, or you may never live to see ? For every substantial grief has twenty shadows, and most of them shadows of your own making.”  Sydney Smith.

“What if I’m so broken I can never do something as basic as feed myself? Do you realize how twisted that is? It amazes me sometimes that humans still exist. We’re just animals, after all. And how can an animal get so removed from nature that it loses the instinct to keep itself alive?” ― Amy Reed, Clean

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Death, I need my little addiction to you. I need that tiny voice who, even as I rise from the sea, all woman, all there, says kill me, kill me.

[Anne Sexton (1928-1974), U.S

“Life-ahead is timeless fortune.” ― Lailah Gifty Akita

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A Gypsy (Fortune Teller) By Meena Mustafa – Poem by Meena Mustafa

A room I entered of fortune and dreams

A mystic world, now it seems

Hoping to find answers, I followed my heart

A gypsy woman to read my stars

She lay before me some scattered bones

And talked about ruins and magic stones

Then she gazed into the crystal ball

Getting some answers to her call

A vision of a dream, started to form

Shaping into reality as she performed

‘Teller of fortune, holder of hearts’

‘Tell me what lies beneath the cards’

She got some answers as mystery unfolds

Fear not for I see your heart is of gold

Good days are ahead so just behold!

You will find answers that I was told

The sky is your fortune; you’ll find your way

Forget your sorrows and dream each day

Smell the flowers that bloom in the fields

So many broken hearts have healed

So fear no more and open up your heart

To a new beginning all from the start.

Meena Mustafa

They had never had one in the house before. The strangeness of it all. Like unleashing A lion, really. Poised To pounce. A puma. A panther. A black Bear.

Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), U.S. poet. “Bronzeville Woman in a Red Hat.”0 0 0 picturefables00heyw_0079

“Emeth came walking forward into the open strip of grass between the bonfire and the Stable. His eyes were shining, his face was solemn, his hand was on his sword-hilt, and he carried his head high. Jill felt like crying when she looked at his face. And Jewel whispered in the King’s ear, “By the Lion’s Mane, I almost love this young warrior, Calormene though he be. He is worthy of a better god than Tash.”

― C.S. Lewis, The Last Battle

The Red Flowers – Poem by Nim Lee Red flowers lie on the white cloth like a stain A voice speaks quietly and clearly in the night “Everything is going to be alright.” That’s what they always say, It means exactly the opposite. The snake hisses and slithers half hidden in the folds And he comes home, to the place he belongs, And now we can rest at last. Nim Lee

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Red Flowers On The Native Tree – Poem by Raj Arumugam

the red flowers
on the native tree
in my garden
glowed in the morning sun;
now the curtains are drawn
and the darkness embraces
the red flowers
on the native tree
and she blushes in the embrace
in my garden

Raj Arumugam