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6 yrs ago

Current 'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

6 yrs ago

I say the words that I wish someone would tell me in vain hope that they might be returned to me.

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6 yrs ago

Existence continues.

6 yrs ago

So much I want to do, so little time...

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6 yrs ago

“I’ve met some pricks in my time. But you, sir...” He said to the offending cactus.

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“NO ADMITTANCE.
NOT EVEN TO AUTHORISED PERSONNEL.
YOU ARE WASTING YOUR TIME HERE.
GO AWAY.” 
― Douglas Adams, Mostly Harmless

NOTICE

Thank you for Noticing This Notice.

Your Noting it has been Noted.

And it has been Reported to the proper Authority.

Hello lurker/ My old friend/ I've come to talk to you again/ Because a shadow softly creeping/ Lurking in the chat while I was sleeping/ And the roleplay that was forming in my brain/ Still remains with the sound of lurking.

In dead roleplays I walked alone/ Narrow pathways of casual zone...

Need mor ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

(Made in collaboration with @hatakekuro)

It is known that there are an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them to be in. However, not every one of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so the average population of all the planets in the Universe can be said to be zero. From this it follows that the population of the whole Universe is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the products of a deranged imagination.

--Douglass Adams

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. 

 At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.

 Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.

 And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.

 Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth.

 And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.

 The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.

 Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

~~As You Like It, Shakespear											

"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."

~~ Macbeth, Shakespear											

“All stories told have been told before. We tell them to ourselves, as did all men who ever were. And all men who ever will be. The only things new are the names.”

“The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think, but to give you questions to think upon.” 

“What do you know?”

“Almost everything. That almost part can be a real kick in the teeth sometimes.”

“What do you want, then?”

“What I can’t have.” Wit turned to him, eyes solemn. “Same as everyone else, Kaladin Stormblessed.” 

"Two blind men waited at the end of an era, contemplating beauty. They sat atop the world’s highest cliff, overlooking the land and seeing nothing.

'Can beauty be taken from a man?' the first asked the second.

'It was taken from me,' the second replied. 'For I cannot remember it.' This man was blinded in a childhood accident. 'I pray to the God Beyond each night to restore my sight, so that I can find beauty again.'

'Is beauty something one must see then?' the first asked.

'Of course. That is it’s nature. How can you appreciate a work of art without seeing it?'

'I can hear a work of music,' the first said.

'Very well, you can hear some kinds of beauty - but you cannot know full beauty without sight. You can know only a small portion of beauty.'

'A sculpture,' the first said. 'Can I not feel its curves and slopes, the touch of the chisel that transformed common rock into uncommon wonder?'

'I suppose,' said the second, 'that you can know the beauty of a sculpture.'

'And what of the beauty of food? Is it not a work of art when a chef crafts a masterpiece to delight the tastes?'

'I suppose,' said the second, 'that you can know the beauty of a chef’s art.'

'And what of the beauty of a woman,' the first said. 'Can I not know her beauty in the softness of her caress, the kindness of her voice, the keenness of her mind as she reads philosophy to me? Can I not know this beauty? Can I not know most kinds of beauty, even without seeing it?'

'Very well,' said the second. 'But what if your ears were removed, your hearing taken away? Your tongue taken out, your mouth forced shut, your sense of smell destroyed? What if your skin were burned so that you could no longer feel? What if all that remained to you was pain? You could not know beauty then. It can be taken from a man.'"

The messenger stopped, cocking his head to Shallan.
"What?" she asked.

"What think you? Can beauty be taken from a man? If he could not touch, taste, smell, hear, see, what if all he knew was pain? Has that man had beauty taken away from him?"

"I…" What did this have to do with anything? "Does the pain change day by day?"

"Let us say it does," the messenger said.

"Then beauty, to that person, would be the times when the pain lessens. Why are you telling me this story?"

The messenger smiled. "To be human is to seek beauty, Shallan. Do not despair, do not end the hunt because thorns grow in your way. Tell me, what is the most beautiful thing you can imagine?"

...

“In this,” Wit said, “as in all things, our actions give us away. If an artist creates a work of powerful beauty – using new and innovative techniques – she will be lauded as a master, and will launch a new movement in aesthetics. Yet what if another, working independently with that exact level of skill, were to make the same accomplishments the very next month? Would she find similar acclaim? No. She’d be called derivative.

“So it’s not beauty itself we admire. It’s not the force of intellect. It’s not the invention, aesthetics, or capacity itself. The greatest talent we think a man can have?” He plucked a final string. “Seems to me that it must be nothing more than novelty.”

"A blind man awaited the era of endings," Wit said, "contemplating the beauty of nature."

Silence

"That man is me," Wit noted. "I'm not physically blind, just spiritually. And that other statement was actually very clever, if you think about it."

"What is it to be witty, then?”

“To say clever things.”

“And what is cleverness?”

“I…” Why was he having this conversation? “I guess it’s the ability to say and do the right things at the right time.”

The King’s Wit cocked his head, then smiled.

“Expectation. That is the true soul of art. If you can give a man more than he expects, then he will laud you his entire life. If you can create an air of anticipation and feed it properly, you will succeed.

“Conversely, if you gain a reputation for being too good, too skilled . . . beware. The better art will be in their heads, and if you give them an ounce less than they imagined, suddenly you have failed. Suddenly you are useless. A man will find a single coin in the mud and talk about it for days, but when his inheritance comes and is accounted one percent less than he expected, then he will declare himself cheated.”

Wit shook his head, standing up and dusting off his coat. “Give me an audience who have come to be entertained, but who expect nothing special. To them, I will be a god. That is the best truth I know.”

~~ Stromlight Archive, Brandon Sanderson

"You see, whether you can draw like this or not, being able to think up this kind of design, it depends on whether or not you can say to yourself, ‘Oh, yeah, girls like this exist in real life. If you don’t spend time watching real people, you can’t do this, because you’ve never seen it. Some people spend their lives interested only in themselves. Almost all Japanese animation is produced with hardly any basis taken from observing real people, you know. It’s produced by humans who can’t stand looking at other humans. And that’s why the industry is full of otaku!"
-Hayao Miyazaki

"In culture an analogous situation leads to the emergence of enclaves shut up in ghettos, where intellectual production likewise stagnates because of inbreeding in the form of incessant repetition of the selfsame creative patterns and techniques. The internal dynamics of the ghetto may appear to be intense, but with the passage of years it becomes evident that this is only a semblance of motion, since it leads nowhere, since it neither feeds into nor is fed by the open domain of culture, since it does not generate new patterns or trends, and since finally it nurses the falsest of notions about itself, for lack of any honest evaluation of its activities from outside."

~Stanislaw Lem, author of Solaris

Some heartfelt music while you lurk

Or U liSTEN TO tem MOOSIC!

I just don't want you to have a Bad Time...

What do I live for?

"I think I've seen this movie before." -@Guess Who

I LOVE TVTROPES!

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In Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open) → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@Crimson Raven

ok I will be Patient...
Just Just... I got bit by A fox and now I am scared of it
Help me ! :D@AzazelSlayer

No help for ya, mate.

In Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open) → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@Silver Fox

Ouch ! 

Also does anyone know if my profile was accepted or not ? (I hope it was :P )@AzazelSlayer

Just be patient, @Caits, @Zarkun-sama, and @Expolar will @mention you when they have decided.

In Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open) → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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*noms*@Silver Fox

*thrashes*

In Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open) → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Time to wait for GM comments before I drop my loose change.

(•_•) ( •_•)>⌐■-■ (⌐■_■)

In Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open) → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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Welcome! 

We also have a website! (That I have shocking let lapse be updating soon)@Caits

>.>

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In Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open) → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

This sounds like a very interesting Roleplay !. I think I will introduce one of my Insane Chars ( Call me weird but when I Roleplay..I have a group of characters i take with me and I Roleplay with them. Been doing that 4 to 5 years. Whatever site I go too I always bring my characters with me ) 

How insane ?. think Belletix from Harry potter but in male Form 
Anyway I love the fact that you have goggle Docs to keep track of Jobs and Recaps :)
So yeah I will be posting a Char sheet either tonight or when I wake up in the morning.
Hope to Roleplay with you all soon !@AzazelSlayer

No need to be so formal, we are all cool here, and only @Silver Fox bites. (Really only a nibble though.)

Insane characters are fine, so long as they pass gm inspection.

Th ou gh y o u r  spa  cin g is s t  rang e . 😜 Lol

In Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open) → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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and hazy.

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my friend beat surge using an all water team, all he did was level them up like 10 levels past surge's highest pokemon though.

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damned caveman area grammar nazi's@Infichi

*skips the correction, and just starts beating you with a stick*

In Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open) → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Edited out, been trying to read everything but guess i missed some things@Caits

No problem, happens often with so many posts.

In Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open) → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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I love Cynide and Happiness XD@Zarkun

I love Cynide!

And Happiness! 

And Cyanide and Happiness! 😜😎

In Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open) → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Sorry, @Caits, but your post does not quite match up with what is going on. Cody was the one Ferrin yelled at, while Kaze is the one he is talking to. Time Lord's responce doesn't quite match what was said.

[center] [img]https://24.media.tumblr.com/3a8ba414f61e0188376b43f52af1d95c/tumblr_n57ft1EqRI1rayk5go1_500.gif[/img] [/center] [center] [color=silver] [h1] “NO ADMITTANCE. NOT EVEN TO AUTHORISED PERSONNEL. YOU ARE WASTING YOUR TIME HERE. GO AWAY.” ― Douglas Adams, Mostly Harmless [/h1] [/color] [/center] [center][h1]NOTICE[/h1] [h2]Thank you for Noticing This Notice.[/h2] [h3]Your Noting it has been Noted.[/h3] And it has been Reported to the proper Authority. [/center] Hello lurker/ My old friend/ I've come to talk to you again/ Because a shadow softly creeping/ Lurking in the chat while I was sleeping/ And the roleplay that was forming in my brain/ Still remains with the sound of lurking. In dead roleplays I walked alone/ Narrow pathways of casual zone... Need mor ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ (Made in collaboration with [@hatakekuro]) [hr] It is known that there are an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them to be in. However, not every one of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so the average population of all the planets in the Universe can be said to be zero. From this it follows that the population of the whole Universe is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the products of a deranged imagination. --Douglass Adams [hr] [center]All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms. Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.[/center] [right][I]~~As You Like It, Shakespear [/I][/right] [center]"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing."[/center] [right][i]~~ Macbeth, Shakespear [/i][/right] [hr] “All stories told have been told before. We tell them to ourselves, as did all men who ever were. And all men who ever will be. The only things new are the names.” [hr] “The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think, but to give you questions to think upon.” [hr] “What do you know?” “Almost everything. That almost part can be a real kick in the teeth sometimes.” “What do you want, then?” “What I can’t have.” Wit turned to him, eyes solemn. “Same as everyone else, Kaladin Stormblessed.” [hr] "Two blind men waited at the end of an era, contemplating beauty. They sat atop the world’s highest cliff, overlooking the land and seeing nothing. 'Can beauty be taken from a man?' the first asked the second. 'It was taken from me,' the second replied. 'For I cannot remember it.' This man was blinded in a childhood accident. 'I pray to the God Beyond each night to restore my sight, so that I can find beauty again.' 'Is beauty something one must see then?' the first asked. 'Of course. That is it’s nature. How can you appreciate a work of art without seeing it?' 'I can hear a work of music,' the first said. 'Very well, you can hear some kinds of beauty - but you cannot know full beauty without sight. You can know only a small portion of beauty.' 'A sculpture,' the first said. 'Can I not feel its curves and slopes, the touch of the chisel that transformed common rock into uncommon wonder?' 'I suppose,' said the second, 'that you can know the beauty of a sculpture.' 'And what of the beauty of food? Is it not a work of art when a chef crafts a masterpiece to delight the tastes?' 'I suppose,' said the second, 'that you can know the beauty of a chef’s art.' 'And what of the beauty of a woman,' the first said. 'Can I not know her beauty in the softness of her caress, the kindness of her voice, the keenness of her mind as she reads philosophy to me? Can I not know this beauty? Can I not know most kinds of beauty, even without seeing it?' 'Very well,' said the second. 'But what if your ears were removed, your hearing taken away? Your tongue taken out, your mouth forced shut, your sense of smell destroyed? What if your skin were burned so that you could no longer feel? What if all that remained to you was pain? You could not know beauty then. It can be taken from a man.'" The messenger stopped, cocking his head to Shallan. "What?" she asked. "What think you? Can beauty be taken from a man? If he could not touch, taste, smell, hear, see, what if all he knew was pain? Has that man had beauty taken away from him?" "I…" What did this have to do with anything? "Does the pain change day by day?" "Let us say it does," the messenger said. "Then beauty, to that person, would be the times when the pain lessens. Why are you telling me this story?" The messenger smiled. "To be human is to seek beauty, Shallan. Do not despair, do not end the hunt because thorns grow in your way. Tell me, what is the most beautiful thing you can imagine?" ... [hr] “In this,” Wit said, “as in all things, our actions give us away. If an artist creates a work of powerful beauty – using new and innovative techniques – she will be lauded as a master, and will launch a new movement in aesthetics. Yet what if another, working independently with that exact level of skill, were to make the same accomplishments the very next month? Would she find similar acclaim? No. She’d be called derivative. “So it’s not beauty itself we admire. It’s not the force of intellect. It’s not the invention, aesthetics, or capacity itself. The greatest talent we think a man can have?” He plucked a final string. “Seems to me that it must be nothing more than novelty.” [hr] "A blind man awaited the era of endings," Wit said, "contemplating the beauty of nature." Silence "That man is me," Wit noted. "I'm not physically blind, just spiritually. And that other statement was actually very clever, if you think about it." [hr] "What is it to be witty, then?” “To say clever things.” “And what is cleverness?” “I…” Why was he having this conversation? “I guess it’s the ability to say and do the right things at the right time.” The King’s Wit cocked his head, then smiled. [hr] “Expectation. That is the true soul of art. If you can give a man more than he expects, then he will laud you his entire life. If you can create an air of anticipation and feed it properly, you will succeed. “Conversely, if you gain a reputation for being too good, too skilled . . . beware. The better art will be in their heads, and if you give them an ounce less than they imagined, suddenly you have failed. Suddenly you are useless. A man will find a single coin in the mud and talk about it for days, but when his inheritance comes and is accounted one percent less than he expected, then he will declare himself cheated.” Wit shook his head, standing up and dusting off his coat. “Give me an audience who have come to be entertained, but who expect nothing special. To them, I will be a god. That is the best truth I know.” [center]~~ Stromlight Archive, Brandon Sanderson[/center] "You see, whether you can draw like this or not, being able to think up this kind of design, it depends on whether or not you can say to yourself, ‘Oh, yeah, girls like this exist in real life. If you don’t spend time watching real people, you can’t do this, because you’ve never seen it. Some people spend their lives interested only in themselves. Almost all Japanese animation is produced with hardly any basis taken from observing real people, you know. It’s produced by humans who can’t stand looking at other humans. And that’s why the industry is full of otaku!" -Hayao Miyazaki "In culture an analogous situation leads to the emergence of enclaves shut up in ghettos, where intellectual production likewise stagnates because of inbreeding in the form of incessant repetition of the selfsame creative patterns and techniques. The internal dynamics of the ghetto may appear to be intense, but with the passage of years it becomes evident that this is only a semblance of motion, since it leads nowhere, since it neither feeds into nor is fed by the open domain of culture, since it does not generate new patterns or trends, and since finally it nurses the falsest of notions about itself, for lack of any honest evaluation of its activities from outside." ~Stanislaw Lem, author of Solaris Some heartfelt music while you lurk [youtube]https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=kZKmmCIqN2Y[/youtube] Or U liSTEN TO tem MOOSIC! [youtube]https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=-i7Hj1fAYN4[/youtube] I just don't want you to have a Bad Time... [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-BTrspwpooo[/youtube] What do I live for? [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=80tq0g4_3dg[/youtube] [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KAOdjqyG37A[/youtube] "I think I've seen this movie before." -[@Guess Who] [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EhgDibw7vB4[/youtube] [hr] [url=http://tvtropes.org/]I LOVE TVTROPES![/url] [img]https://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/tab_explosion.png[/img]

<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://24.media.tumblr.com/3a8ba414f61e0188376b43f52af1d95c/tumblr_n57ft1EqRI1rayk5go1_500.gif" /></div> <div class="bb-center"> <div class="bb-h1">“NO ADMITTANCE. NOT EVEN TO AUTHORISED PERSONNEL. YOU ARE WASTING YOUR TIME HERE. GO AWAY.” ― Douglas Adams, Mostly Harmless</div> </div> <div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h1">NOTICE</div> <div class="bb-h2">Thank you for Noticing This Notice.</div> <div class="bb-h3">Your Noting it has been Noted.</div> And it has been Reported to the proper Authority.</div> Hello lurker/ My old friend/ I've come to talk to you again/ Because a shadow softly creeping/ Lurking in the chat while I was sleeping/ And the roleplay that was forming in my brain/ Still remains with the sound of lurking. In dead roleplays I walked alone/ Narrow pathways of casual zone... Need mor ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ (Made in collaboration with <a class="bb-mention" href="/users/hatakekuro">@hatakekuro</a>) <hr class="bb-hr"> It is known that there are an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them to be in. However, not every one of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so the average population of all the planets in the Universe can be said to be zero. From this it follows that the population of the whole Universe is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the products of a deranged imagination. --Douglass Adams <hr class="bb-hr"> <div class="bb-center">All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms. Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.</div> <div class="bb-right">~~As You Like It, Shakespear											</div> <div class="bb-center">"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing."</div> <div class="bb-right">~~ Macbeth, Shakespear											</div> <hr class="bb-hr"> “All stories told have been told before. We tell them to ourselves, as did all men who ever were. And all men who ever will be. The only things new are the names.” <hr class="bb-hr"> “The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think, but to give you questions to think upon.” <hr class="bb-hr"> “What do you know?” “Almost everything. That almost part can be a real kick in the teeth sometimes.” “What do you want, then?” “What I can’t have.” Wit turned to him, eyes solemn. “Same as everyone else, Kaladin Stormblessed.” <hr class="bb-hr"> "Two blind men waited at the end of an era, contemplating beauty. They sat atop the world’s highest cliff, overlooking the land and seeing nothing. 'Can beauty be taken from a man?' the first asked the second. 'It was taken from me,' the second replied. 'For I cannot remember it.' This man was blinded in a childhood accident. 'I pray to the God Beyond each night to restore my sight, so that I can find beauty again.' 'Is beauty something one must see then?' the first asked. 'Of course. That is it’s nature. How can you appreciate a work of art without seeing it?' 'I can hear a work of music,' the first said. 'Very well, you can hear some kinds of beauty - but you cannot know full beauty without sight. You can know only a small portion of beauty.' 'A sculpture,' the first said. 'Can I not feel its curves and slopes, the touch of the chisel that transformed common rock into uncommon wonder?' 'I suppose,' said the second, 'that you can know the beauty of a sculpture.' 'And what of the beauty of food? Is it not a work of art when a chef crafts a masterpiece to delight the tastes?' 'I suppose,' said the second, 'that you can know the beauty of a chef’s art.' 'And what of the beauty of a woman,' the first said. 'Can I not know her beauty in the softness of her caress, the kindness of her voice, the keenness of her mind as she reads philosophy to me? Can I not know this beauty? Can I not know most kinds of beauty, even without seeing it?' 'Very well,' said the second. 'But what if your ears were removed, your hearing taken away? Your tongue taken out, your mouth forced shut, your sense of smell destroyed? What if your skin were burned so that you could no longer feel? What if all that remained to you was pain? You could not know beauty then. It can be taken from a man.'" The messenger stopped, cocking his head to Shallan. "What?" she asked. "What think you? Can beauty be taken from a man? If he could not touch, taste, smell, hear, see, what if all he knew was pain? Has that man had beauty taken away from him?" "I…" What did this have to do with anything? "Does the pain change day by day?" "Let us say it does," the messenger said. "Then beauty, to that person, would be the times when the pain lessens. Why are you telling me this story?" The messenger smiled. "To be human is to seek beauty, Shallan. Do not despair, do not end the hunt because thorns grow in your way. Tell me, what is the most beautiful thing you can imagine?" ... <hr class="bb-hr"> “In this,” Wit said, “as in all things, our actions give us away. If an artist creates a work of powerful beauty – using new and innovative techniques – she will be lauded as a master, and will launch a new movement in aesthetics. Yet what if another, working independently with that exact level of skill, were to make the same accomplishments the very next month? Would she find similar acclaim? No. She’d be called derivative. “So it’s not beauty itself we admire. It’s not the force of intellect. It’s not the invention, aesthetics, or capacity itself. The greatest talent we think a man can have?” He plucked a final string. “Seems to me that it must be nothing more than novelty.” <hr class="bb-hr"> "A blind man awaited the era of endings," Wit said, "contemplating the beauty of nature." Silence "That man is me," Wit noted. "I'm not physically blind, just spiritually. And that other statement was actually very clever, if you think about it." <hr class="bb-hr"> "What is it to be witty, then?” “To say clever things.” “And what is cleverness?” “I…” Why was he having this conversation? “I guess it’s the ability to say and do the right things at the right time.” The King’s Wit cocked his head, then smiled. <hr class="bb-hr"> “Expectation. That is the true soul of art. If you can give a man more than he expects, then he will laud you his entire life. If you can create an air of anticipation and feed it properly, you will succeed. “Conversely, if you gain a reputation for being too good, too skilled . . . beware. The better art will be in their heads, and if you give them an ounce less than they imagined, suddenly you have failed. Suddenly you are useless. A man will find a single coin in the mud and talk about it for days, but when his inheritance comes and is accounted one percent less than he expected, then he will declare himself cheated.” Wit shook his head, standing up and dusting off his coat. “Give me an audience who have come to be entertained, but who expect nothing special. To them, I will be a god. That is the best truth I know.” <div class="bb-center">~~ Stromlight Archive, Brandon Sanderson</div> "You see, whether you can draw like this or not, being able to think up this kind of design, it depends on whether or not you can say to yourself, ‘Oh, yeah, girls like this exist in real life. If you don’t spend time watching real people, you can’t do this, because you’ve never seen it. Some people spend their lives interested only in themselves. Almost all Japanese animation is produced with hardly any basis taken from observing real people, you know. It’s produced by humans who can’t stand looking at other humans. And that’s why the industry is full of otaku!" -Hayao Miyazaki "In culture an analogous situation leads to the emergence of enclaves shut up in ghettos, where intellectual production likewise stagnates because of inbreeding in the form of incessant repetition of the selfsame creative patterns and techniques. The internal dynamics of the ghetto may appear to be intense, but with the passage of years it becomes evident that this is only a semblance of motion, since it leads nowhere, since it neither feeds into nor is fed by the open domain of culture, since it does not generate new patterns or trends, and since finally it nurses the falsest of notions about itself, for lack of any honest evaluation of its activities from outside." ~Stanislaw Lem, author of Solaris Some heartfelt music while you lurk <iframe src="//youtube.com/embed/kZKmmCIqN2Y?theme=dark" frameborder="0" width="496" height="279" allowfullscreen></iframe> Or U liSTEN TO tem MOOSIC! <iframe src="//youtube.com/embed/-i7Hj1fAYN4?theme=dark" frameborder="0" width="496" height="279" allowfullscreen></iframe> I just don't want you to have a Bad Time... <iframe src="//youtube.com/embed/-BTrspwpooo?theme=dark" frameborder="0" width="496" height="279" allowfullscreen></iframe> What do I live for? <iframe src="//youtube.com/embed/80tq0g4_3dg?theme=dark" frameborder="0" width="496" height="279" allowfullscreen></iframe> <iframe src="//youtube.com/embed/KAOdjqyG37A?theme=dark" frameborder="0" width="496" height="279" allowfullscreen></iframe> "I think I've seen this movie before." -<a class="bb-mention" href="/users/guess-who">@Guess Who</a> <iframe src="//youtube.com/embed/EhgDibw7vB4?theme=dark" frameborder="0" width="496" height="279" allowfullscreen></iframe> <hr class="bb-hr"> <a target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" href="http://tvtropes.org/">I LOVE TVTROPES!</a> <img src="https://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/tab_explosion.png" /></div>

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