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    <title>ThoughtsOnLiving</title>
    
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        <title>Protection and Love</title>
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        <published>2009-12-01T11:09:00-08:00</published>
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        <summary>We will not protect what we do not love. - Stephen Jay Gould</summary>
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<content type="xhtml" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://www.thoughtsonliving.com/"><div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>We will not protect what we do not love. </p><p>    - Stephen Jay Gould</p><xhtml:img xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thoughtsonliving/~4/3Mnk38HRado" height="1" width="1" /></div></content>


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    <entry>
        <title>To Be a Saint</title>
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        <published>2009-11-26T11:02:13-08:00</published>
        <updated>2009-11-26T11:05:28-08:00</updated>
        <summary>To be a saint is to be human because we were created to be human. To be a saint is to live with courage and self-restraint and more than that. To be a saint is to live not with the...</summary>
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<content type="xhtml" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://www.thoughtsonliving.com/"><div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">To be a saint is to be human because we were created to be human. To be a saint is to live with courage and self-restraint and more than that. To be a saint is to live not with the hands clenched to grasp, to strike to hold tight to a life that is always slipping away the more tightly we hold it; but it is to live with the hands stretched out to give and to receive with gladness. To be a saint is to work and weep for the broken and suffering of the world, but it is also to be strangely light of heart in the knowledge that there is something greater than the world that mends and renews. Maybe more than anything else, to be a saint is to know joy. Not happiness that comes and goes with the moments that occasion it, but joy that is always there like an underground spring no matter how dark and terrible the night. To be a saint is to be a little out of one's mind, which is a very good thing to be a little out of from time to time. It is to live a life that is always giving itself away and yet is always full.<br />
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- Received via email, quoting Frederick Buechner in ''The Magnificient Defeat''<br /><xhtml:img xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thoughtsonliving/~4/lHDk6RUNgzc" height="1" width="1" /></div></content>


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    <entry>
        <title>Those Who Believe They Believe In God...</title>
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        <published>2009-09-30T19:36:22-07:00</published>
        <updated>2009-09-30T19:37:44-07:00</updated>
        <summary>Those who believe they believe in God, but without passion in the heart, without anguish of mind, without uncertainty, without doubt, and even at times without despair, believe only in the idea of God, and not in God himself. -...</summary>
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<content type="xhtml" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://www.thoughtsonliving.com/"><div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><em>Those who believe they believe in God, but without passion in the
heart, without anguish of mind, without uncertainty, without doubt, and
even at times without despair, believe only in the idea of God, and not
in God himself.</em></p><p>       - Miguel de Unamuno
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    <entry>
        <title>Time Perception</title>
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        <published>2009-04-22T01:05:53-07:00</published>
        <updated>2009-04-22T01:13:31-07:00</updated>
        <summary>Layers of Time: "Civilization is revving itself into a pathologically short attention span." * * * When Brian first moved to New York City he found that in New York here and now meant this room and this five minutes,...</summary>
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<content type="xhtml" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://www.thoughtsonliving.com/"><div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>Layers of Time:</p><p><a href="http://thoughtsonthinking.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341d134c53ef0115703b7036970b-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Layers of Time - speed-layers-sm" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00d8341d134c53ef0115703b7036970b " src="http://thoughtsonthinking.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341d134c53ef0115703b7036970b-800wi" title="Layers of Time - speed-layers-sm" /></a> </p><p>"Civilization is revving itself into a pathologically short attention span."</p><p>* * *</p><div class="blockquote" style="margin-left: 40px;"><em><br />When Brian first moved to New York City he found that in New York <span class="italic">here</span> and <span class="italic">now</span> meant <span class="italic">this room</span> and <span class="italic">this five minutes</span>, as opposed to the larger <span class="italic">here</span> and longer <span class="italic">now</span>
that he was used to in England. We have since adopted the term as the
title of our foundation as we are trying to stretch out what people
consider as <span class="italic">now</span>.<br /><br /></em></div><p><a href="http://longnow.org/about/">The Long Now</a></p><xhtml:img xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thoughtsonliving/~4/HhTlhn07Zz4" height="1" width="1" /></div></content>


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    <entry>
        <title>On Privacy and the "Human Need for Connection"</title>
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        <published>2009-04-01T22:00:28-07:00</published>
        <updated>2009-04-01T22:30:28-07:00</updated>
        <summary>We’re more than happy to report what we’ve eaten for breakfast, who we’re dating, the books we’re reading, even when we’re taking a bath. It seems as if we can’t wait to tell the whole world the most trivial facts...</summary>
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<content type="xhtml" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://www.thoughtsonliving.com/"><div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p style="margin-left: 40px;"><em>We’re more than happy to report what we’ve eaten for breakfast, who
we’re dating, the books we’re reading, even when we’re taking a bath.
It seems as if we can’t wait to tell the whole world the most trivial
facts about ourselves. Yet when someone on the elevator asks us how
we’re doing, we say, "fine" regardless of the true state of our
condition.</em></p><p style="margin-left: 40px;"><em>It seems as if we’ve created social networks with a slew of supporting
technologies without having any idea about who our next door neighbors
are.</em></p><p /><p /><p>from <a href="http://codingslave.blogspot.com/2009/02/q-for-what-did-stalin-lust.html">Coding Slave</a><em><br /></em></p><xhtml:img xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thoughtsonliving/~4/9xQ_10dDFiw" height="1" width="1" /></div></content>


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    <entry>
        <title>Happiness, Indirectly</title>
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        <published>2009-02-17T22:38:04-08:00</published>
        <updated>2009-02-17T22:38:04-08:00</updated>
        <summary>"Happiness is not a goal, it is a by-product" - Eleanor Roosevelt</summary>
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<content type="xhtml" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://www.thoughtsonliving.com/"><div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>"Happiness is not a goal, it is a by-product" - Eleanor Roosevelt</p><xhtml:img xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thoughtsonliving/~4/1apEStndlMI" height="1" width="1" /></div></content>


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    <entry>
        <title>Seen and Unseen Wonder</title>
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        <published>2008-12-24T10:50:31-08:00</published>
        <updated>2008-12-24T10:50:31-08:00</updated>
        <summary>The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive...</summary>
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<content type="xhtml" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://www.thoughtsonliving.com/"><div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><div style="margin-left: 40px;"><em><span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: Arial;">The
most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men
can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not,
but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or
imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: Arial;">
</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: Arial;">
You
tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but
there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man,
nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived
could tear apart. Only faith, poetry, love, romance, can push aside
that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond.
Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.</span><span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: Arial;"><br /><br /></span></em></div><p>From the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yes,_Virginia,_there_is_a_Santa_Claus">famous editorial</a> "Yes Virigina, There Is A Santa Claus"<em><span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: Arial;" /></em><br /><em><span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: Arial;" /></em></p><xhtml:img xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thoughtsonliving/~4/fwuLh-L96KE" height="1" width="1" /></div></content>


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    <entry>
        <title>New Photo Album: Chihuly Glass Exhibit</title>
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        <published>2008-12-05T01:47:12-08:00</published>
        <updated>2008-12-05T01:47:12-08:00</updated>
        <summary>Shots from recent visit to the Chihuly Glass exhibit at the de Young Museum. Simply amazing glass work.</summary>
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<content type="xhtml" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://www.thoughtsonliving.com/"><div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><a href="http://www.cassmcnutt.com/photoalbums/Chihuly%20Exhibit%20at%20the%20de%20Young%20Museum/" style="display: inline;"><img alt="ChihulyGlass" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00d8341d134c53ef0105363b23c7970c " src="http://thoughtsonthinking.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341d134c53ef0105363b23c7970c-800wi" title="ChihulyGlass" /></a>
 <br />Shots from <a href="http://www.cassmcnutt.com/photoalbums/Chihuly%20Exhibit%20at%20the%20de%20Young%20Museum/">recent visit to the Chihuly Glass exhibit</a> at the de Young Museum.  Simply amazing glass work.</p><xhtml:img xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thoughtsonliving/~4/NnFSONJe5T4" height="1" width="1" /></div></content>


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    <entry>
        <title>Thoughts On Creativity</title>
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        <published>2008-10-17T12:22:44-07:00</published>
        <updated>2008-10-17T12:22:44-07:00</updated>
        <summary>"If you're not prepared to be wrong, you'll never come up with anything original." - Sir Ken Robinson (From this fabulous TED talk)</summary>
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<content type="xhtml" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://www.thoughtsonliving.com/"><div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>"If you're not prepared to be wrong, you'll never come up with anything original." <br />    - Sir Ken Robinson</p><p>(From <a href="http://www.ted.com/index.php/talks/ken_robinson_says_schools_kill_creativity.html" title="Ken Robinson's TED talk">this</a> fabulous <a href="http://www.ted.com/index.php/">TED</a> talk)</p><xhtml:img xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thoughtsonliving/~4/zk2wDYyKM1s" height="1" width="1" /></div></content>


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        <title>In That Place Of More Wall Than Room</title>
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        <published>2008-08-14T23:21:05-07:00</published>
        <updated>2008-08-14T23:21:05-07:00</updated>
        <summary>"The main thing about playing the guitar, though, was that I was able to sit by myself and play and dream. And I was always happy doing that. I used to go off in the bathroom, because the bathroom had...</summary>
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<content type="xhtml" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://www.thoughtsonliving.com/"><div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><div style="margin-left: 40px;"><em>"The main thing about playing the guitar, though, was that I was able to sit by myself and play and dream. And I was always happy doing that. I used to go off in the bathroom, because the bathroom had tiles, so it was a slight echo chamber. I'd turn on the faucet so that water would run — I like that sound, it's very soothing to me — and I'd play. In the dark. 'Hello darkness, my old friend / I've come to talk with you again'." </em><br /><br />        - Paul Simon</div><xhtml:img xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thoughtsonliving/~4/Hd5muNhk910" height="1" width="1" /></div></content>


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