"Reality is merely an illusion,
albeit a very persistent one."
- Albert Einstein
"The true measure of a man is not how he acts in times of comfort, but rather his conduct during times of hardships." -Laddie Shaw
Rainbows, we don't usually get to teach when there are rainbows.
-Ken Hudonjorgensen
I don't always know what I am talking about but I know I'm right.
-Muhammed Ali
Your playing small doesn't serve the world.
-Nelson Mandela
( I got the previous two quotes from the
BD catalog, those guys know where to find the quotes)
"When once you have tasted
flight, you will
forever walk the earth with your eyes turned
skyward, for there you have been, and there
you will always long to return."
- Leonardo da Vinci
When once this idea has invaded the brain it possesses it exclusively.
-Orville Wright
The Completed Task
There's no fun in easy flying, when the sky is clear and blue
There's no joy in merely doing, things which anyone can do
But there is some satisfaction, that's mighty nice to take
When you reach a destination, that you thought you couldn't make...
-James D. Santacroce (my granddad)
The
Way of the White Cloud !
A
white cloud is a mystery.
The
coming, the going, the very being of it.
There
are many reasons,
and
it is good to ponder and meditate on them.
A
white cloud exists without any roots-
it
is an unrooted phenomenon, grounded nowhere,
or
grounded in the nowhere.
But
it still exists.
The
whole existence is like a white cloud-
without
any causality, without any ultimate cause.
It
exists, it exists as a mystery.
A
white cloud has no way of its own.
It
drifts.
I
has nowhere to reach; no destiny to be fulfilled;
no
end.
You
cannot frustrate a white cloud,
because
wherever it reaches is the goal.
A
white cloud drifts wherever the wind leads-
it
doesn't resist, it doesn't fight.
A
white cloud is not a conqueror,
and
yet it still hovers over everything.
You
cannot conquer it, you cannot defeat it.
It
has no mind to conquer -
that's
why you cannot defeat it.
A
white cloud has nowhere to go.
It
moves, it moves everywhere.
All
dimensions belong to it. all directions belong to it.
Nothing
is rejected.
Everything
is, exists, in a total acceptability.
Hence
I call my way
The
Way of the White Clouds.
-Given
to my dad, James B. Santacroce by my grandmother "Gammy"