Are You Lost In The World Like Me?

Three Minutes and Fifteen Seconds Of ‘WOW’


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My thanks to Adrian Gropper for the source that came to him via The Digital Collective – who are part of the People-First ecosystem ….. after a short back and forth in our discussion forum where I brought this article up ….

When pressed for an example of a misuse (of the iPhone), Ive confessed: “perhaps constant use.”

“I do think it’s just sometimes nice to have space,” he said.

“I think we fill space because we can—not because we should.”

Jonny Ive

You see – it is all connected. So much so that Moby and Jonny even have the same haircut!

The Road Not Taken

… and the one that is …


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

This just in from ‘Today I Found Out

… a poem famous for being one of the most misunderstood and misinterpreted poems ever written, and a testament to how twisted the meaning of something can be by taking a quote out of context.

I don’t care – it is still beautiful.

Love After Love

Came across these wonderful words this morning

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The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

Original Article at BrainPickings

Caribbean poet and playwright Derek Walcott (b. January 23, 1930) — a writer of such extraordinary poetic prowess that his 1992 Nobel Prize in Literature appears a wholly inadequate measure of his mastery and mesmerism — addresses with a luminous sidewise gleam in a poem titled “Love After Love,” found in his Collected Poems: 1948–1984.