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Undergraduate student, aspiring humanitarian lawyer and participatory member of society—this is a political/philosophical blog on issues relevant today, as well as occasional miscellaneous postings.

I am a social progressive, emerging environmentalist and democratic socialist, though I lean into social anarchism.

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The moment you become completely free, you have to make your own choices. No one forces you
to do anything; all alternatives are open to you. Then the struggle with the mind begins. So one
becomes afraid of freedom.

Osho 

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“ The less people know, the more stubbornly they know it.”—Osho

 The less people know, the more stubbornly they know it.”—Osho

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“i closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.”—rumi 

i closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.
—rumi 

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“It is interesting, the excuses people give when they tell me why they don’t read as much as they used to, don’t travel or inquire as much as they did years before. They tell me they got tired, the kids, the job, the drive to work, the grind, not enough hours in the day, they say. When someone would tell the great philosopher Seneca that there wasn’t enough hours in the day, Seneca would reply that the gods had been quite generous with time allotment but that many people made poor use of it. Not a second of your life will you ever get back. Make every day count, or acquire a taste for regret.”—Henry Rollins,Geisha presents a light to a diner in a Tokyo restaurant, 1969.

It is interesting, the excuses people give when they tell me why they don’t read as much as they used to, don’t travel or inquire as much as they did years before. They tell me they got tired, the kids, the job, the drive to work, the grind, not enough hours in the day, they say. When someone would tell the great philosopher Seneca that there wasn’t enough hours in the day, Seneca would reply that the gods had been quite generous with time allotment but that many people made poor use of it. Not a second of your life will you ever get back. Make every day count, or acquire a taste for regret.
—Henry Rollins,




Geisha presents a light to a diner in a Tokyo restaurant, 1969.

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“i love you much(most beautiful darling)
more than anyone on the earth and i
like you better than everything in the sky.”
—	 E. E. Cummings

“i love you much(most beautiful darling) more than anyone on the earth and i like you better than everything in the sky.” — E. E. Cummings

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“The slave is sold once and for all; the proletarian must sell himself daily and hourly. The individual slave, property of one master, is assured an existence, however miserable it may be, because of the master’s interest. The individual proletarian, property as it were of the entire bourgeois class which buys his labor only when someone has need of it, has no secure existence.”—Engles, The Principles of Communism 

The slave is sold once and for all; the proletarian must sell himself daily and hourly. The individual slave, property of one master, is assured an existence, however miserable it may be, because of the master’s interest. The individual proletarian, property as it were of the entire bourgeois class which buys his labor only when someone has need of it, has no secure existence.”—Engles, The Principles of Communism 

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“There are essentially two things that will make you wise — the books you read and the people you meet.”—Jack Canfield

There are essentially two things that will make you wise — the books you read and the people you meet.
—Jack Canfield

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Be self educated.

Be self educated.

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“I missed my stop looking at heartbreak, the sky almost criminal.”—Yusef Komunyakaa, from “NJ Transit”

I missed my stop 
looking at heartbreak, the sky 
almost criminal.
”—Yusef Komunyakaa, from “NJ Transit”

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Mike Luckovich/Atlanta Journal-Constitution (05/19/2012)

Mike Luckovich/Atlanta Journal-Constitution (05/19/2012)

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“Destruction and violence! How is the ordinary man to know that the most violent element in society is ignorance; that its power of destruction is the very thing Anarchism is combating? Nor is he aware that Anarchism, whose roots, as it were, are part of nature’s forces, destroys, not healthful tissue, but parasitic growths that feed on the life’s essence of society. It is merely clearing the soil from weeds and sagebrush, that it may eventually bear healthy fruit.”—Anarchism: What it Really Stands For

Destruction and violence! How is the ordinary man to know that the most violent element in society is ignorance; that its power of destruction is the very thing Anarchism is combating? Nor is he aware that Anarchism, whose roots, as it were, are part of nature’s forces, destroys, not healthful tissue, but parasitic growths that feed on the life’s essence of society. It is merely clearing the soil from weeds and sagebrush, that it may eventually bear healthy fruit.”—Anarchism: What it Really Stands For

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cavetocanvas:

Ilya Repin, Portrait of Tolstoy, 1901

cavetocanvas:

Ilya Repin, Portrait of Tolstoy, 1901

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radiofreemars:

Cuban Prime Minister Fidel Castro looks over the Sierra Maestro mountains as he revisits the area where his revolution started in this June 1962 photo in Cuba. (AP Photo/Revolucion, Korda)

radiofreemars:

Cuban Prime Minister Fidel Castro looks over the Sierra Maestro mountains as he revisits the area where his revolution started in this June 1962 photo in Cuba. (AP Photo/Revolucion, Korda)

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“Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, from anyone likely to put a sharp knife Into the sacred, tender vision of your beautiful heart.”—Hafiz 

Run my dear, 
from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings. 
Run like hell my dear, 
from anyone likely to put a sharp knife Into the sacred, 
tender vision of your beautiful heart.

—Hafiz 

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