;)) thx 2 bubble

Buď realistou, požaduj nemožné!
klasika od Che Guevary, divil bych se, kdyby jeste nebylo:)

"To expound and propagate concepts is simple, to drop all concepts is difficult and rare." Nisargadatta

Život je jedinečný experiment, osvědčené postupy neexistují.

Mysl je jako žena. Neustále se snaží zaujmout... Čímkoliv, jakkoliv.

zijeme presne v takovem svete, jaci jsme my
snop

What I have, I can lose.
I other words, if my sense of identity is based on what I have, on my posessions, if I can say I am what I have, then the question arises, what am I when I lose what I have.
Therefore, the sense of identity based on what I have is always threatened. Person is anxiously concerned on not to lose what he has. Because he doesn't lose just what he has, he loses his sense of self.

— Erich Fromm

Jste pesimistický?

Nikoli. Pesimismus je druh emoce, já hledím na fakta. Není to o tom být pesimistou či optimistou, je to o tom, jaké to skutečně je. Když někdo umírá, umírá. Když někdo lže, tak lže.

If you have to choose between buying something or spending the money on a memorable experience, go with the experience.

According to a study conducted at San Francisco State University, the things you own can’t make you as happy as the things you do. One reason is adaptation: we adapt to all things material in our lives in a matter of weeks, no matter how infatuated we were with the coveted possession the day we got it. Another reason is that experience, unlike possession, generally involves other people, and fosters or strengthens relationships that are more edifying over time than owning something.

http://brainspiner.wordpress.com/2009/12/28/ten-psychology-studies-from-2009-worth-knowing-about/ , http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/neuronarrative/201012/ten-psychology-studies-2010-worth-knowing-about

prevzaté z [ 000333 @ MESSAGE - galerie vzkazu z ulice, verejnych prostor, jakykoliv vzkaz, ktery je necim zajimavy ]

repast ze science of consciousness

Nine elements of flow

(Mihaly) Csikszentmihalyi identified nine elements of flow that he saw repeatedly in his research:

1. There are clear goals every step of the way. In many everyday situations, there are contradictory demands and it’s sometimes quite unclear what should occupy our attention. But in a flow experience, you have a clear purpose and a good grasp of what to do next.

2. There is immediate feedback to one’s actions. When you’re in flow, you know how well you’re doing.

3. There is a balance between challenges and skills. If a challenge is too demanding compared to your skill level, you get frustrated. If it’s too easy, you get bored. In a flow experience, there is a pretty good match between your abilities and the demands of the situation. You feel engaged by the challenge, but not overwhelmed.

4. Action and awareness are merged. People are often thinking about something that happened – or might happen – in another time or place. But in flow, you’re concentrated on what you’re doing.

5. Distractions are excluded from consciousness. Because you’re absorbed in the activity, you’re only aware of what’s relevant to the task at hand, and you don’t think about unrelated things. By being focused on the activity, unease that can cause anxiety and depression is set aside.

6. There is no worry of failure. In a state of flow, you’re too involved to be concerned about failing. You just don’t think about failure. You know what has to be done and you just do it.

7. Self-consciousness disappears. People often spend a lot of mental energy monitoring how they appear to others. In a flow state, you’re too involved in the activity to care about protecting your ego. You might even feel connected to something larger than yourself. Paradoxically, the experience of letting go of the self can strengthen it.

8. The sense of time becomes distorted. Time flies when you’re really engaged. On the other hand, time may seem to slow down at the moment of executing some action for which you’ve trained and developed a high degree of skill.

9. The activity becomes “autotelic” (an end in itself, done for it’s own sake). Some activities are done for their own sake, for the enjoyment an experience provides, like most art, music, or sports. Other activities, which are done for some future purpose or goal – like things you have to do as part of your job – may only be a means to an end. But some of these goal-oriented activities can also become ends in themselves, and enjoyed for their own sake. Csikszentmihalyi concludes by saying that “in many ways, the secret to a happy life is to learn to get flow from as many of the things we have to do as possible.”

YouTube - 'Why everything sucks'
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UKUZ42T9diU&feature=player_embedded

Buddhist psychology, although involved in theoretical conceptions, considers thinking, as a source of knowledge, as a suspect.

- Andrew Olendzski

The best way to predict the future is to create it.
- Peter Drucker

We complain incessantly about the ‘fast pace of modern life,’ and say that we have ‘no time.’ But of course most of us have lots of time, or else every study wouldn’t show that we watch three or four or five hours and television a day. It’s that time the way it really works has come to bore us. Or at least make us nervous, the way that silence does, and so we need to shut it out. We fill time, instead of letting it fill us.

Bill McKibben, The Age of Missing Information (1992)

"The total number of minds in the universe is one."

Erwin Schrodinger

The Egg
By: Andy Weir
The Egg
http://www.galactanet.com/oneoff/theegg_mod.html

You were on your way home when you died.

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.

And that’s when you met me.

“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”

“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.

“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”

“Yup,” I said.

“I… I died?”

“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.

You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”

“More or less,” I said.

“Are you god?” You asked.

“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”

“My kids… my wife,” you said.

“What about them?”

“Will they be all right?”

“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”

You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”

“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”

“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”

“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”

“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”

You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”

“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”

“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”

“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”

I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.

“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”

“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”

“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”

“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”

“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”

“Where you come from?” You said.

“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”

“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”

“So what’s the point of it all?”

“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”

“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.

I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”

“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”

“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”

“Just me? What about everyone else?”

“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”

You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”

“All you. Different incarnations of you.”

“Wait. I’m everyone!?”

“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.

“I’m every human being who ever lived?”

“Or who will ever live, yes.”

“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”

“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.

“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.

“And you’re the millions he killed.”

“I’m Jesus?”

“And you’re everyone who followed him.”

You fell silent.

“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”

You thought for a long time.

“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”

“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”

“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”

“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”

“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”

“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”

And I sent you on your way.

"Graffiti je systém a jako takovej šlape podle určitýho kíče - kódu, kterej když krekneš, tak je to tvoje. Od tý chvíle máš administrátorský práva a můžes do toho systému vstupovat, libovolně ho rozvíjet, nebo přetvářet a měnit. U mě se tenhle průlom odehrál téměř ze dne na den, najednou jsem to prostě měl. Předtím jsem byl jakoby někým zvenku, kdo byl očarován a chtěl se stát writerem, dřel jsem se a úporně pachtil, a teď to ze mě s naprostou lehkostí padalo samo, bez přítlaku na pilu. Stal jsem se médiem toho kódu, kterej mi zevnitř diktoval, co mám dělat a já jen naslouchal, o nic jinýho se nestaral a užíal si to. A o to podle mě jde i v jiných systémech a v životě vůbec...Pak už bylo jedno, jestli udělám tvary písmen hranatý, kulatý, geometrický, nebo rozteklý.
Inspirovalo mě cokoliv. Různý atmosféry, například barevnost listí na podzim, zabíjela mě radikální rudost vlčího máku v kontrastrním zeleným poli, takže hned jsem chtěl mít svůj piece ve stejných barvách, nebo třeba různý vizuální rytmy, radiátor ústředního topení atd. atd. Zkrátka najednou se dalo čehokoliv dotknout kouzelnou hůlkou a přenést to do graffiti. A musím říct, že ten pocit byl dost opojnej, jako bych se ocitl na druhý straně zrcadla."

(Scarf v knize "In Graffiti We Trust")

"Pokud to co hledáš, nenalezneš v sobě, nikdy to nenalezneš." (Alchymistické krédo)

Thomasův theorém: Situace definována jako reálná, se stává reálnou ve svých důsledcích.

Celý problém se světem spočívá v tom, že hlupáci a fanatici jsou si sebou vždy tak jistí, zatímco moudřejší lidé jsou tak plní pochybností. (B.Russel)

Jsem šťastný, že stojím pevně nohama na zemi a nad hlavou mám modré nebe, ne jako nešťastníci na jižní polokouli, visící hlavou dolů do nekonečné prázdnoty.

"Jediný statek, který je spravedlivě rozdělen, je lidský rozum. Nikdo si nestěžuje, že ho má málo." (Michel de Montaigne)

Využijte darů, které vám byly dány. Les by byl velmi tichý, kdyby zpívali jen ti ptáci, kteří zpívají nejlépe. (H. van Dyke)

...kdo si představuje, že všechny plody dozrávají současně s jahodami, neví nic o hroznech. (Paracelsus)

"Žiji ve svých snech. Jiní lidé také žijí ve snech, rozdíl je v tom, že nikoliv ve vlastních."(Hermann Hesse)

"Někteří lidé berou sami sebe tak vážně, až je to směšné. Berme život takový, jaký je - a nikdy není tak špatný, aby bylo nejhůř!"

Až ti bude v životě nejhůř, otoč se čelem ke slunci a všechny stíny padnou za tebe. (John Lennon