Friday, June 20, 2025
Thursday, June 19, 2025
Wednesday, June 18, 2025
Tuesday, June 17, 2025
Monday, June 16, 2025
Sunday, June 15, 2025
Fait-divers by Thomas Merton
Fait-divers on happiness
Fait-divers on the internet
Fait-divers on books again and again
Fait-divers on books
Fait-divers by Vala Afshar on time
Saturday, June 14, 2025
Fait-divers by Sarah Kay on authenticity
Fait-divers on blue by Rebecca Solnit
Fait-divers by HopeJahren
Fait-divers on information and data
Fait-divers by Vinod Khosla
Friday, June 13, 2025
Fait-divers on optimism and pessimism
Fait-divers on faith and despair
Fait-divers on books
Fait-divers by Lisa Randall on art
Thursday, June 12, 2025
Fait-divers by Kafka
Fait-divers by Alexandra Horowitz
Fait-divers: humour?
Fait-divers on storytelling
Fait-divers on reality by Kafka
Wednesday, June 11, 2025
Fait-divers by Seneca
Fait-divers on happiness, depression and sadness
Fait-divers by Thomas Merton
Fait-divers by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Fait-divers
Fait-divers by Vincent Van Gogh on depression
Fait-divers on black holes
Fait-divers on humility by Thomas Merton
Fait-divers by Thomas Merton on silence
Fait-divers on wholeness
Fait-divers on emptiness
Fait-divers on happiness
Fait-divers on humour and internet
Fait-divers on attitude by Gerry McCann
Fait-divers on charity by Thomas Merton
Fait-divers on storytelling
Fait-divers on attitude
Tuesday, June 10, 2025
Fait-divers on attitude
Fait-divers on listening
Fait-divers on humour
Fait-divers by Milan Kundera
Fait-divers on curiosity
Fait-divers on honesty and compassion
Monday, June 9, 2025
Fait-divers by Thomas Merton
Fait-divers by Gerry McCann on Love
Fait-divers on art
Sunday, June 8, 2025
Saturday, June 7, 2025
Friday, June 6, 2025
Fait-divers on attention and consciousness
Fait-divers by Charlie Chaplin
Thursday, June 5, 2025
Fait-divers on art and chaos
Fait-divers on art
Fait-divers by Muhammad Ali
Fait-divers on Love
Fait-divers
Fait-divers on kindness and education
Fait-divers on attitude by Gerry McCann
Fait-divers on cynicism by Maria Popova
Fait-divers on attitude by Ghandi
Fait-divers on randomness
“The statistical definition of random would be that two events are entirely unconnected”
"in reality, it’s almost impossible to prove that two events are unconnected"
random = we don't know? (there’s a problem with using the word "random")
Fait-divers on ego by Eckhart Tolle
Wednesday, June 4, 2025
Fait-divers on attitude
Fait-divers on attention and love
Fait-divers by Thomas Merton
Fait-divers by Niels Bohr
Fait-divers by Milan Kundera on kitsch
Fait-divers on cynicism
Fait-divers - thoughts
Fait-divers on interpretation
Tuesday, June 3, 2025
Fait-divers on attitude
Fait-divers by Vala Afshar and attitude
Fait-divers by Pope Francis on our common humanity
Fait-divers: society
Fait-divers on the attention of the universe
Fait-divers on attention
Fait-divers by Pope Francis on Love
Monday, June 2, 2025
Sunday, June 1, 2025
Saturday, May 31, 2025
Bear's Den - above the clouds of pompeii, 2014
Friday, May 30, 2025
Fait-divers on attitude
Fait-divers by Sylvia Plath
Fait-divers on depression and sadness
Fait-divers: meditation
Fait-divers: meditation by Thomas Merton
Thursday, May 29, 2025
Black Marigolds quoted in Cannery Row of John Steinbeck
When the record had
finished, Doc wiped his hands and turned it off. He saw a book lying half
under his bed and picked it up and he sat down on the bed. For a moment he
read to himself but then his lips began to move and in a moment he read
aloud—slowly, pausing at the end of each line.
Even now
I mind the coming and talking of wise men from
towers
Where they had thought away their youth. And I,
listening,
Found not the salt of the whispers of my girl,
Murmur of confused colors, as we lay near sleep;
Little wise words and little witty words,
Wanton as water, honied with eagerness.
In the sink the high white foam cooled and ticked as the bubbles burst.
Under the piers it was very high tide and the waves splashed on rocks they
had not reached in a long time.
Even now
I mind that I loved cypress and roses, clear,
The great blue mountains and the small gray hills,
The sounding of the sea. Upon a day
I saw strange eyes and hands like butterflies;
For me at morning larks flew from the thyme
And children came to bathe in little streams.
Doc closed the book. He could hear the waves beat under the piles and he
could hear the scampering of white rats against the wire. He went into the
kitchen and felt the cooling water in the sink. He ran hot water into it. He
spoke aloud to the sink and the white rats, and to himself:
Even now,
I know that I have savored the hot taste of life
Lifting green cups and gold at the great feast.
Just for a small and a forgotten time
I have had full in my eyes from off my girl
The whitest pouring of eternal light—
He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. And the white rats
scampered and scrambled in their cages. And behind the glass the
rattlesnakes lay still and stared into space with their dusty frowning eyes.