Unspoken Thoughts

What new Mystery is this?

Sun, 21 Feb 2010 02:13:57 -0600

what new mystery is this?
what blessed backwardness??
the Immeasurable One is held and does not resist!
struck by wicked words and foolish fists of senseless men
the Almighty One does not defend!

-mewithoutyou-

I’m fairly certain that this is one of the most accurate depictions of my relationship with God I’ve heard yet.

wheremer: (via sabino)

Sat, 23 Jan 2010 22:56:56 -0600

wheremer:

(via sabino)

“Before I even speak, you let me know that I am...

Sun, 20 Dec 2009 20:16:00 -0600

“Before I even speak, you let me know that I am understood”

I think part of the reason I like Winter is because I imagine that Winter is more able to empathize with my feelings of loneliness than any other season. It’s nice to know that I am understood.

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Sat, 28 Nov 2009 10:32:00 -0600

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Wed, 11 Nov 2009 23:46:05 -0600

"There never was much hope. Just a fool's hope."

Sun, 18 Oct 2009 15:02:00 -0500

“What’s optimism?” asked Cacambo.

“Alas,” said Candide, “it’s a mania for insisting that everything is all right when everything is going wrong.”

hopefully....

Tue, 13 Oct 2009 01:32:39 -0500

Hopefully I’m not being foolishly hopeful or hopefully foolish.

For once, I’m HOPING things go right, despite every ounce of reason to suggest to me otherwise. Maybe men were meant to be fools and to hurt and to become like fools once again until eventually the gods pity you enough to give you what you wanted in the first place.

or maybe not…..I guess I’ll find out soon enough.

fromdisneywithlove: (via spaztastiic) me too. Chicago and...

Tue, 13 Oct 2009 01:16:30 -0500

fromdisneywithlove:

(via spaztastiic)

me too. Chicago and Minneapolis confirmed this.

The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy,...

Fri, 02 Oct 2009 01:42:09 -0500

The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.

Reblogged solely for the fact that the last two lines that complete the quote for me were left off.

fromdisneywithlove:

(via spaztastiic)

beautiful.

"Why should your heart not dance?"

Wed, 30 Sep 2009 13:35:48 -0500

“It’s the measure of my folly that my heart almost answered, ‘Why not?’”

“The gods never send us this invitation to delight so readily or so strongly as when they are preparing some new agony.”

“I thought about fire in the sky, I thought about fire. I...

Sun, 27 Sep 2009 02:17:24 -0500

“I thought about fire in the sky, I thought about fire. I thought about love burning in your eyes, I thought about fire. I thought about a burning fire. I thought about a loving fire.”- Blindside-

I thought about a dying fire.

I'll stop being a cynic when Hope stops hurting

Sun, 27 Sep 2009 02:11:00 -0500

Never reaching what I want to reach
Never being who I want to be
Blaming me when I fall and fail
All my dreams splintering

Under my fingernails

Am I finished? I can’t seem to make up my mind because I’m so conflicted.

Is this the sound of settling?

Fri, 25 Sep 2009 13:33:39 -0500

It might simply be the measure of my arrogance to think I deserve more…maybe I should settle for less.

It's ok if you break, you'll see colors again

Sat, 19 Sep 2009 10:52:44 -0500

Whenever did it all happen
That one color after another seems to fade
Now the sky is carved with a coalpen
It’s all gray despite the effort you made

::sigh::

Unique

Tue, 08 Sep 2009 20:17:56 -0500

I try my hardest to be the exception to many rules. Generally my motive is nothing more than to receive attention; however, I am presently realizing the merit of such endeavors and my continue them for more noble reasons in the future.

Social Psychology: As Fascinating as Ever

Sun, 16 Aug 2009 18:11:00 -0500

105 soldiers were about to participate in a grueling fifteen-week commander traning program. It was a rigorous and intense process, requiring harsh physical training, mental concentration, and sisteen-hour workdays.

The would be commander didn’t know it, but this particularl course was going to be different from any to date. Before this session’s classes started, psychologist Dov Eden informed the training officers leading hte program that the army had accumulated comprehensive data on each of hte trainees including, Eden explained, “psychological test scores, sociometric data from the previous course, and ratings by previous commanders.”

Based on this comprehensive information, Eden told the officers, each soldier had been classified into on of three “Command Potential’ (CP) catagories: “high,” “regular,” and “unknown” (due to insufficient information). Trainees from each classification were divided equally into the four trainee classes. “You will copy each trainee’s CP,” Eden told the officers, “into his personal record. You are requested to learn you trainees’ names and their predicted CP by the begninning of the course.”

The trainees, of course, had no idea that any of this was going on. And the officers didn’t know that the so-called command potential, along with all the supporting data, was completely bogus. Scores were randomly assigned to the trainees and had nothing to do with their intelligence, past performance, or ability.

Nonetheless, when Eden returned fifteen weeks later, he discovered something remarkable. At the end of the course, the soldiers took a paper-and-pencil test that measured their new knowledge of “combat tactics, topography, standard operation procedures, and such practical skills as navigation and accuracy of weapon firing.” This test wasn’t rigged; it was part of normal procedure, a standardized assessment all soldiers took at the end of their training. This is wehre the effects of assigning soldiers to the different command potential categories beame apparent. The soldiers whom the training officers THOUGHT had a high CP score peformed much beter on the test (scoring and average of 79.88) than the “unknown and “regular” conunterparts (who scored 72.43 and 65.18, respectively). Simply being labeled, however arbitrarily, as having high leadership potential translated directly into actual improved ability-improved by a staggering 22.7 percent…without realizing it, the trainees had taken on the characteristics of the diagnosis ascribed to them.

Note to my Future Self II: A reminder of the Present My dead...

Sun, 12 Jul 2009 20:20:50 -0500

Note to my Future Self II: A reminder of the Present

My dead heart now is beating,
My deepest stains now clean.
Your breath fills up my lungs.
Now I’m free. now I’m free

When I go down-Relient K

Sun, 05 Jul 2009 18:16:49 -0500

When I go down-Relient K

When I go Down

Sun, 05 Jul 2009 18:04:25 -0500

For awhile now I’ve played this song with hollow words and empty meaning simply because I liked the guitar part and because it used to mean something to me. Now, it means something again and it has moved me the way it once used to.

When I go down-Relient K

I’ll tell you flat out
It hurts so much to think of this
So from my thoughts I will exclude
The very thing that
I hate more than anything is
The way I’m powerless to dictate my own moods

I’ve thrown away
So many things that could have been much more
And I just pray
My problems go away if they’re ignored
But that’s not the way it works

When I go down
I go down hard
And i’ll take everything I’ve learned
And teach myself some disregard
When I go down
It hurts to hit the bottom
And I think of all the things that got me there
And think if only I had fought them

If and when I can clear myself of this clouded mind
I’ll watch myself settle down
Into a place where Peace can search me out and find
I’m so ready to be found

I’ve thrown away the hope I had in friendships
I’ve thrown away so many things that could have been much more
I’ve thrown away the secret to find an end to this
And I just pray that problems go away if they’re ignored
But that’s not the way it works

When I go down
I go down hard
And I’ll take everything I’ve learned
And teach myself some disregard
When I go down
It hurts to hit the bottom
And all the things that got me there
I think if only I had fought them

Any control I felt I had just slips right through my hands
As my ever presence conscious,
Shakes its head and reprimands me
It reprimands me

Then and there, I confess
I’ll blame all this on my selfishness
and yet you love me
this consumes me
And I’ll stand up again and do so willingly

You give me hope, and hope it gives me life
You touch my heavy heart, and when you do you make it light
As I exhale, I can hear your voice
and I answer you, though I hardly make a noise
From my lips, these words I choose to say
Seem pathetic, because they’re a fallen man’s praise
“I love you”
“Oh, God, I love you”
And life is now worth living,
If it’s only because of you
and when they say that I’m dead and gone
It won’t be further from the truth

When I go down
I lift my eyes to you
I won’t look very far
Because you’ll be there
With open arms
To lift me up again
To lift me up again

We were meant to live for so much more, but we lost ourselves.

Wed, 01 Jul 2009 21:27:00 -0500

“Surely children weren’t made for the streets
And Fathers were not made to leave
Surely this isn’t how it should be

Surely nations were not made for war
Or the broken meant to be ignored
Surely this couldn’t be what You saw”

“My God, What a world you love”

“Won’t you come down Heaven,
Won’t you come down,
Won’t you cut through the clouds
Won’t you come down”