James Kraft Quotes

In German one of the terms for imagination is the compound word Einbildungskraft: literally, the "power ( Kraft)" of "forming ( Bildung)" into "one (Ein)." Here I want us to reflect about faith as a kind of imagination. Faith forms a way of seeing our everyday life in relation to holistic images of what we may call the ultimate environment. Human action always involves responses and initiatives. We shape our action ( our responses and initiatives) in accordance with what we see to be going on. We seek to fit our actions into, or oppose them to , larger patterns of action and meaning. Faith, in its binding us to centers of value and power and in its triadic joining of us into communities of shared trusts and loyalties, gives forms and content to our imaging of an ultimate environment.

If I had a million dollars, we wouldn’t have to eat Kraft dinner. But we would eat Kraft dinner, of course, we would. We’d just eat more.” — The Barenaked Ladies

Maya, die Ursache von samsara, der Glaube, dass die Realität eine Dualität ist und dass die Objekte Freude in sich bergen, ist eine wunderbare, intelligente Kraft, eine machtvolle Verführerin, welche die Welt anziehend und aufregend erscheinen lässt. In der „Bhagavad Gita“ warnt Kṛṣṇa: „Diese, meine göttliche maya, bestehend aus drei gunas, ist wahrlich schwer zu begreifen. Nur jene, die sich mir ergeben, können sie überwinden.“ (Bhagavad Gita 7.14) (S. 138)

Neither his mother nor a child psychiatrist who is called in can comfort him, and they finally send for his father (the father was Bing Crosby and the little boy his son Lindsay in the Burns tale, because Crosby was also a Kraft entertainer at the time). The father tells his son that he will place the small turtle in a silver cigarette case, and bury it in a special private grave, complete with tiny headstone, just under the boy’s bedroom window, and arrange to have it light up when the child flicks a switch beside his bed at night. And so the father and his son went out into the kitchen to get the turtle, but they found it swimming about in its pan, not dead at all, but healthy as life itself. And the little boy looked up at his father and said, “Let’s kill him.” America’s one immortal written fable, I think, is Mark Twain’s episode of the two boys and the fence that has to be whitewashed. This situation pops up here and there in the literature of ye olde apologues, but Samuel Clemens did it better than any of the old professional fable writer. There have been other American fabulists, of course, and everybody of my advance years knows about George Ade’s experiments in putting fables into slang. The best of recent native fabulists was the late, neglected William March,

Wonder Bread, bologna, one Kraft single, a dab of mustard. The best meal you could have in the middle of the night