How we wish that life could support only the good. But it vanishes when its opposite no longer exists as a setting.
Mandela died, he isn’t lost.
To say that the world has ‘lost’ a great man negates his life’s work, it says that in his death the whole of him is gone. I know that not to be true. I know it because of the outpourings of love coming from all those whose lives he didn’t have a direct impact upon, from the friends and family of mine whose knowledge and love of him is based largely on hand-me-down quotations, from the recommendations of others, from how often his name appears in lists of inspiration long before his death and long after he had stepped down as an actively political member of South African parliament.
We don’t need to look as far as South Africa to see that Nelson Mandela is not lost, that he and his message are ever present, and that thousands upon thousands of us will know and love others and ourselves better every time we read and hear his words.
When we do look to South Africa, the vitality of his sacrifices and gifts is undeniable. There is much work still to be done in his name, and work will continue to be done in his name. The path he has forged is not finished and so long as steps are made in the direction he set forth we can never be lost. Nelson Mandela has died but he will never be lost.
From theory, action.: In Germany, police fired 85 bullets in all of 2011. -
In the U.S., police fired 90 shots at one unarmed man in Los Angeles.
Not to mention, they hit him only like 10 times….
Consciousness is the narrow neck of a vast bottle
My immediate superior at work just said, with a very disgruntled face:
"My favourite show got cancelled last week because of all this stuff going on in Syria"
There are no words.
In 2002, having spent more than three years in one residence for the first time in my life, I got called for jury duty. I show up on time, ready to serve. When we get to the voir dire, the lawyer says to me, “I see you’re an astrophysicist. What’s that?” I answer, “Astrophysics is the laws of physics, applied to the universe—the Big Bang, black holes, that sort of thing.” Then he asks, “What do you teach at Princeton?” and I say, “I teach a class on the evaluation of evidence and the relative unreliability of eyewitness testimony.” Five minutes later, I’m on the street.
A few years later, jury duty again. The judge states that the defendant is charged with possession of 1,700 milligrams of cocaine. It was found on his body, he was arrested, and he is now on trial. This time, after the Q&A is over, the judge asks us whether there are any questions we’d like to ask the court, and I say, “Yes, Your Honor. Why did you say he was in possession of 1,700 milligrams of cocaine? That equals 1.7 grams. The ‘thousand’ cancels with the ‘milli-’ and you get 1.7 grams, which is less than the weight of a dime.” Again I’m out on the street. —
Neil deGrasse Tyson (via sarasleepygirl)
They don’t want smart people on the jury.
They want people they can dupe into a guilty verdict, especially for poc
(Source: goodreads.com, via ceborgia)
Getting to the end of your thesis, which you’ve developed an abject hatred for, only to suddenly spark an idea for an incredible new research project and start the self-loathing all over again.
Redemption and Exchange, you’re next, I’m coming for ya.
When I feel my suffering there is no suffering, when I avoid my suffering there is suffering.