Utterly Useless Verbiage

Quote from TM_Direct:






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"HE DID WHAT HE DO, AND I DID WHAT I DO'

.....Tampa Bay Defensive end Simeon Rice on why Tampa Bay won the superbowl
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Simeon's unabridged quote:

Big Warren, he did what he do.
Derrick, he did what he do
and did what I do.

Simeon Rice:cool:
 
"...those are just the vehicles that change likes to ride around in. Evolution drives a bull-dozer disguised as a stationary bike. With history it is the other way around..."

Tom Robbins; 1/2 Asleep in Frog Pajamas
 
"Money may be our greatest spiritual teacher. More edifying than a stadium full of swamis. Nothing can knock a pilgrim off the path as fast as money. Thats the job of a spiritual teacher, you know. Not to hold us on the path, but to knock us off it. Until we can stay on the path without ever being knocked - or tempted - off, until we can resist the teacher's carrot and withstand its rod, our transformative journey can be little more than fits and starts. When it comes to illuminating the inner structures of consciousness and highlighting its weaknesses and flaws, nothing, not even love, casts as bright a beam as money. The things were willing to do to obtain it, to protect it, to express our guilt over having it, are incomparably revealing. Theres a thin line between greed and charity; at bottom, they're both expressions of insecurity and manifestations of ego. If you want to know how insecure you are, how swollen and stiff your ego, what your chances are of staying on the path, just examine your attitudes toward the juice. Money is a terrible servant, but a wondeful master..."

Tom Robbins; 1/2 Asleep in Frog Pajamas
 
As there are so many wannabee traders on this board who like to endlessly complain :p, find others to blame :p, focus on what's wrong :p, etc. I thought a quote by Carlos would be appropos:

"We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves strong. The amount of work is the same."

-- Carlos Castaneda
 
...So that's it, thought I. They've disfigured this good old wall with an electric sign. Meanwhile I deciphered one or two of the letters as they appeared again for an instant; but they were hard to read even by guess work, for they came with very irregular spaces between them and very faintly, and then abruptly vanished. Whoever hoped for any result from a display like that was not very smart. He was a Steppenwolf, poor fellow. Why have his letters playing on this old wall in the darkest alley of the Old Town on a wet night with not a soul passing by, and why were they so fleeting, so fitful and illegible? But wait, at last I succeeded in catching several words on end. They were:

MAGIC THEATER
ENTRANCE NOT FOR EVERYBODY


I tried to open the door, but the heavy old latch would not stir. The display too was over. It had suddenly ceased, sadly convinced of its uselessness. I took a few steps back, landing deep into the mud, but no more letters came. The display was over. For a long time I stood waiting in the mud, but in vain.

Then, when I had given up and gone back to the alley, a few colored letters were dropped here and there, reflected on the asphalt in front of me. I read:

FOR MADMEN ONLY!

~Herman Hesse; Steppenwolf~
 
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