Aside from the misleading phrase: Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me
Some time, throughout the process of the education mill, it comes as a great surprise to the school child that more, much more, than numbers are subject to the rules of mathematics.
What we are doing here, in this life, is the beautiful distress of mathematics.
“You ever prayed for something your whole life? I mean, all you dreamed about was this one thing. I mean, you know it’s comming. You have faith and all that. But sometimes… Sometimes you second guess yourself
That’s human nature, I suppose, second guessing… When life seems to take you through more downs than ups. Seems like it gives you more losses than wins. But do you stand tall and be bold? Or do you fold? Do you believe?
See, me, I came a long way. Way too far for me to stop now. Not that I would stop anyways but… I’m so close, I can feel it… Can you feel it?
Patience is a virtue made virtuous by those who work while they wait.
“I can’t wait,” but I will. (While I work)
“Functioning in a linear framework finds it’s strength in it’s utility, depth even. However, where it lacks is in its willingness to cast aside, indiscriminately, factors that are not deemed useful to its respective project. It is simply a matter of choosing between the more substantive practice and the less difficult practice. If we are to make progress beyond rhetoric within the American project, and elsewhere, regarding the Seventh Sons (those who deviate from a normative standard, White Male Heterosexual, for example) it will not be a project of ease and utility. It will be an intimate, honest, substantive discussion at the table we have been at, and will be at, for quite a while.”
There’s a difference between changing your mind and contradicting yourself, in that changing your mind is mature, intelligent, and necessary. Contradicting yourself is saying two different things at the same time.
Left hand under,
Right hand around,
Nothing careless about it,
Carefully and safely.
Reversed sometimes, but always one or the other.
With a smile sweeter than the dash of cream present.
I say ‘a dash’ because I can’t remember how much exactly.
I always wondered why so little flavor,
Then, by the grace of God it hit me:
She’s probably something like Kahlua and Bailey’s Irish Cream.
So, there’s really no need.
It’s one of those things a brother isn’t sure he should notice, or note it.
But, it’s so significant in it’s simpleness, it’s infinite.
The small things,
Deserve to be noted.
She takes the time if need be,
Neglecting it for a while in order to make sure her work is covered,
Productivity, before anything.
But she always,
Takes the time to either;
A: Get more,
See, she’s so sweet.
Never wasting an ounce.
I really like the way she carries her coffee.
Never too much, but just enough.
It tells me quite a bit.
Jill Scott ft. Mos Def – Love Rain (Coffee Shop Remix)