<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734573808149684867</id><updated>2026-08-08T02:03:46.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>! One day at a time</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zipan1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734573808149684867/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zipan1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083223580772125104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ty29q03x9o/THyVOlXIAdI/AAAAAAAAADA/3JUer535U4s/S220/Sony+Cybershot+Italia+144+-+cropped+colored.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734573808149684867.post-2324280901782777550</id><published>2010-11-06T04:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T04:26:13.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pale Blue Dot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/71/PaleBlueDot.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/71/PaleBlueDot.jpg&quot; width=&quot;283&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of particular  interest. But for us, it&#39;s different. Look again at that dot. That&#39;s  here, that&#39;s home, that&#39;s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you  know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived  out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of  confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter  and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of  civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every  mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher  of morals, every corrupt politician, every &quot;superstar,&quot; every &quot;supreme  leader,&quot; every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived  there&amp;nbsp;– on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.&lt;br /&gt;
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-Carl Sagan</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zipan1.blogspot.com/feeds/2324280901782777550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zipan1.blogspot.com/2010/11/pale-blue-dot.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734573808149684867/posts/default/2324280901782777550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734573808149684867/posts/default/2324280901782777550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zipan1.blogspot.com/2010/11/pale-blue-dot.html' title='Pale Blue Dot'/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083223580772125104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ty29q03x9o/THyVOlXIAdI/AAAAAAAAADA/3JUer535U4s/S220/Sony+Cybershot+Italia+144+-+cropped+colored.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734573808149684867.post-3893884891939678737</id><published>2010-11-03T06:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T06:28:51.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>Death is nothing to us.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we are, death has not come.&lt;br /&gt;
When death has come, we are not.&lt;br /&gt;
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-Epicurus</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zipan1.blogspot.com/feeds/3893884891939678737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zipan1.blogspot.com/2010/11/death.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734573808149684867/posts/default/3893884891939678737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734573808149684867/posts/default/3893884891939678737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zipan1.blogspot.com/2010/11/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083223580772125104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ty29q03x9o/THyVOlXIAdI/AAAAAAAAADA/3JUer535U4s/S220/Sony+Cybershot+Italia+144+-+cropped+colored.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734573808149684867.post-7762571610210827637</id><published>2010-10-17T05:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T05:00:01.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Starfish (rep)</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do  his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his  work.&lt;br /&gt;
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One day, as he was walking along the shore, he looked down the beach and  saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself at the  thought of someone who would dance to the day, and so, he walked faster  to catch up. &lt;br /&gt;
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As he got closer, he noticed that the figure was that of a young man,  and what he was doing was not dancing at all. The young man was reaching  down tot he shore, picking up small objects, and throwing them into the  ocean.&lt;br /&gt;
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He came closer still and called out &quot;Good morning! May i ask what it is that you are doing?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The young man paused, looked up, and replied &quot;Throwing &lt;b&gt;starfish &lt;/b&gt;into the ocean.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I must ask then, why are you throwing starfish into the ocean?&quot; asked the somewhat startled wise man.&lt;br /&gt;
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To this, the young man replied,&quot; The sun is up and the tide is going out. If I don&#39;t throw them in, they&#39;ll die.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Upon hearing this, the wise man commented ,&quot;But, young man, you do  realize there are miles and miles of beach and there are starfish all  along every mile. You can&#39;t possibly make a difference!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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At this, the young man bent down, picked up yet another starfish, and  threw it into the ocean. As it met the water, he said, &quot;It made a  difference for that one.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zipan1.blogspot.com/feeds/7762571610210827637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zipan1.blogspot.com/2010/10/starfish-rep.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734573808149684867/posts/default/7762571610210827637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734573808149684867/posts/default/7762571610210827637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zipan1.blogspot.com/2010/10/starfish-rep.html' title='Starfish (rep)'/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083223580772125104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ty29q03x9o/THyVOlXIAdI/AAAAAAAAADA/3JUer535U4s/S220/Sony+Cybershot+Italia+144+-+cropped+colored.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734573808149684867.post-7464587851025132159</id><published>2010-10-16T05:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T05:00:00.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elephants (rep)</title><content type='html'>As my friend was passing the &lt;b&gt;elephants&lt;/b&gt;, he suddenly stopped, confused by  the fact that these huge creatures were being held by only a rope tied  to their legs. It was obvious that these elephants could, at any time,  break away from the ropes they were tied to but for some reason, they  did not. My friend saw a trainer nearby and asked why these beautiful,  magnificent animals just stood there and made no attempt to get away.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Well&quot;, he said,&amp;nbsp; &quot;when they are very young and much smaller we use the  same size rope to tie them and at that age, it&#39;s enough to hold them. As  they grow up, they are conditioned to believe that they cannot break  away. They believe the rope can still hold them, so they never try to  break free.&quot; My friend was amazed. These animals could at any time break  free from their bonds but because they believed they couldn&#39;t, they  were stuck right where they were. The powerful and gigantic creatures  has limited its present abilities by the limitations of its past.&lt;br /&gt;
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Like the elephants, how many of us go through life holding onto a belief  that we cannot do something, simply because we failed at it once  before? How many of us refuse to attempt something new and challenging  because of our so called MINDSET?&lt;br /&gt;
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Your attempt may fail, but never fail to make an attempt.&lt;br /&gt;
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Too long has your excuse for doing something new been &quot;what if?&quot;; it&#39;s  time to turn that phrase into your motivation and say &quot;what if...&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zipan1.blogspot.com/feeds/7464587851025132159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zipan1.blogspot.com/2010/10/elephants-rep.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734573808149684867/posts/default/7464587851025132159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734573808149684867/posts/default/7464587851025132159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zipan1.blogspot.com/2010/10/elephants-rep.html' title='Elephants (rep)'/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083223580772125104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ty29q03x9o/THyVOlXIAdI/AAAAAAAAADA/3JUer535U4s/S220/Sony+Cybershot+Italia+144+-+cropped+colored.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8734573808149684867.post-3489195339384623480</id><published>2010-10-14T06:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T06:32:34.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkeys (rep)</title><content type='html'>Start a cage containing 5 monkeys. Inside the cage, hang a banana on a  string and place a set of stairs under it. Before long, one of the  monkeys will go to the stairs and start to climb towards the banana. As  soon as he touches the stairs, all of the monkeys are sprayed with cold  water.&lt;br /&gt;
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After a while, another monkey makes an attempt with the same result,  that all the monkeys are sprayed with cold water. Pretty soon, none of  the monkeys will try to climb the stairs. Now, put away the cold water.  Remove one monkey from the cage and replace it with a new one. The new  monkey sees the banana and wants to climb the stairs. To his surprise  and horror, all of the other monkeys attack him. After another attempt  and attack, he knows that if he tries to climb the stairs, he will be  assaulted.&lt;br /&gt;
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Next, remove another of the original five monkeys and replace it with a  new one. The newcomer goes to the stairs and is attacked. The previous  newcomer takes part in the punishment with enthusiasm! Likewise, replace  a third original monkey with a new one, then a fourth, and then the  fifth. Every time the newest monkey takes tot he stairs, he is attacked.  Most of the monkeys that are beating him have no idea why they were not  permitted to climb the stairs or why they are participating in the  beating of the newest monkey. &lt;br /&gt;
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After replacing all the original monkeys, none of the remaining monkeys  have ever been sprayed with cold water. Nonetheless, no monkey ever  again approaches the stairs to try for the banana. Why not?&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s because as far as they know, that&#39;s the way it&#39;s always been done around here.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zipan1.blogspot.com/feeds/3489195339384623480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zipan1.blogspot.com/2010/10/monkeys-rep.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734573808149684867/posts/default/3489195339384623480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8734573808149684867/posts/default/3489195339384623480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zipan1.blogspot.com/2010/10/monkeys-rep.html' title='Monkeys (rep)'/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12083223580772125104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ty29q03x9o/THyVOlXIAdI/AAAAAAAAADA/3JUer535U4s/S220/Sony+Cybershot+Italia+144+-+cropped+colored.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>