Tag Archives: Mindworks

How To Grow an Open Mind

Posted on October 28, 2011 by randomyriad

“I have made a ceaseless effort not to ridicule, not to bewail, not to scorn human actions, but to understand them.” Benedict Spinoza, A Political Treatise, 1677 “The important events of a person’s life are the products of chains of … Continue reading →

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Quotes and Compositions

Posted on October 27, 2011 by randomyriad

“Your shock is the shock that attends all new and sudden acquisitions of knowledge. Things go on behind your back, and you resent this. You’re reminded that not even youth possesses total awareness of the magnitude, subtlety, and horror of … Continue reading →

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2 Forests in Black and White and One Quote

Posted on October 10, 2011 by randomyriad

Electric Forest (Fountain Pen on Calligraphy Paper) “I do not believe that I am now dreaming, but I cannot prove that I am not.” Philosopher Bertrand Russell (1872–1970) Origami Forest Night (ball point on calligraphy paper)

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Writing Cannot Be Copied.

Posted on October 3, 2011 by randomyriad

With an unprecedented amount of available text, our problem is not needing to write more of it; instead, we must learn to negotiate the vast quantity that exists. How I make my way through this thicket of information—how I manage … Continue reading →

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Century #16: Spring in Pennsylvania

Posted on September 15, 2011 by randomyriad

From the Journal of Martin Way: March 10, 1936 Where should I begin. Oh, yeah! How about here, right in the middle of the story where I am. Bramble used to tell me that the middle is the only place … Continue reading →

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