Category Archives: ADAPTABILITY

From his brimstone bed at break of dayA walking the Devil is gone,To visit his snug little farm the earth,And see how his stock goes on. SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE, The Devil’s Thought | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

Ageni eri na karirui kao Two guests love a different song. When you receive two visitors at the same time, you cannot treat them in the same manner, because they have different tastes.

Source: From his brimstone bed at break of dayA walking the Devil is gone,To visit his snug little farm the earth,And see how his stock goes on. SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE, The Devil’s Thought | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

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Weather, wind, women, and fortune, change like the moon.

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What can we gain by sailing to the moon if we are not able to cross the abyss that separates us from ourselves? This is the most important of all voyages of discovery, and without it, all the rest are not only useless, but disastrous.

Thomas Merton

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All fixed set patterns are incapable of adaptability or pliability. The truth is outside of all fixed patterns. –Bruce Lee

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“Life is neither static nor unchanging. With no individuality, there can be no change, no adaptation and, in an inherently changing world, any species unable to adapt is also doomed.”
― Jean M. Auel

“The green reed which bends in the wind is stronger than the mighty oak which breaks in a storm.” ― Confucius

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Reeds Of Innocence – Poem by William Blake

Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me:

‘Pipe a song about a Lamb!’
So I piped with merry cheer.
‘Piper, pipe that song again;’
So I piped: he wept to hear.

‘Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;
Sing thy songs of happy cheer!’
So I sung the same again,
While he wept with joy to hear.

‘Piper, sit thee down and write
In a book that all may read.’
So he vanish’d from my sight;
And I pluck’d a hollow reed,

And I made a rural pen,
And I stain’d the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.

William Blake