Mono Quotes

There is a popular saying in Japan that goes “Tada yori takai mono wa nai,” meaning: “Nothing is more costly than something given free of charge.” THE UNSPOKEN WAY, MICHIHIRO MATSUMOTO, 1988

That point in time just as the last leaf is about to drop, as the remaining petal is about to fall; that moment captures everything beautiful and sorrowful about life. Mono no aware, the Japanese call it.

That feeling in your heart: it’s called mono no aware. It is a sense of the transience of all things in life. The sun, the dandelion, the cicada, the Hammer, and all of us: we are all subject to the equations of James Clerk Maxwell, and we are all ephemeral patterns destined to eventually fade, whether in a second or an eon.

Over the summit, I saw the so-called Mono desert lying dreamily silent in the thick, purple light -- a desert of heavy sun-glare beheld from a desert of ice-burnished granite.

Ah, Death, the spectre which sate at all feasts! How often, Monos, did we lose ourselves in speculations upon its nature! How mysteriously did it act as a check to human bliss - saying unto it "thus far, and no farther!

What else could I be? If I were a mono-thinker, I probably wouldn’t be an insomniac. How is a poly-thinker supposed to fall asleep, and more importantly, stay asleep, when thoughts just won’t stop darting! darting! darting! through my head?

As for me, I see both beauty and the dark side of the things; the loveliness of cornfields and full sails, but the ruin as the well. And I see them at the same time, and chary of that ecstasy. The Japanese have a phrase for this dual perception: mono no aware. It means "beauty tinged with sadness," for there cannot be any real beauty without the indolic whiff of decay. For me, living is the same thing as dying, and loving is the same thing as losing, and this does not make me a madwoman; I believe it can make me better at living, and better at loving, and, just possibly, better at seeing.

Around here news travels faster than mono, and by the end of the day, the whole school had heard about Todd's and my standoff with Principal Miller and Maggie Klein. By the time the story circulated and came back around to me, I had apparently bitch-slapped Maggie Klein and then tongued Todd in front of Principal Miller. Oh, and Mom was a former showgirl in an all-gay revue.

There is no mono-we; there are many usses. The usses change and interleave.

Mono no aware, my son, is an empathy with the universe.

If ka is a train—and it is, a vast, hurtling mono, maybe sane, maybe not—then this nasty little lycanthrope is its most vulnerable hostage, not tied to the tracks like little Nell but strapped to the thing’s very headlight.

Míralos qué monos. Él le hace daño a ella, pero también la quiere amar.

I was shocked that mono wasn't being spread around more due to Ian Parker and his manwhore ways.

It was astounding how a woman, when she struck marital gold, procured not just a new wardrobe and new friends but a new voice straight out of a 1930s gramophone (brittle, mono-stereo) and a vocabulary that reliably included laze, season, and terribly sorry.

If we took 75% of the world’s trashed rangeland, we could restore it from agriculture back to functioning prairies — with their animal cohorts — in under fifteen years. We could further sequester all of the carbon that has been released since the beginning of the industrial age. So I find that a hopeful thing because, frankly, we just have to get out of the way. Nature will do the work for us. This planet wants to be grassland and forest. It does not want to be an agricultural mono-crop.

Shit, I forgot. This time of the afternoon the bar's probably shut. Half the staff has gone sick again. Mono, I think. Well, let's go look anyway; we might be lucky. We can't go up to my room--it's full of bugs.' Which kind?' Both.

It was a small of her back and her face that got so tired. Their (her retail employer's) mono was supposed to be, 'Keep on your toes and smile.' Once she was out of the store she had to frown a long time to get her face natural again. Even her ears were tired.

And we were taught to play golf. Golf epitomizes the tame world. On a golf course nature is neutered. The grass is clean, a lawn laundry that wipes away the mud, the insect, the bramble, nettle and thistle, an Eezy-wipe lawn where nothing of life, dirty and glorious, remains. Golf turns outdoors into indoors, a prefab mat of stultified grass, processed, pesticided, herbicided, the pseudo-green of formica sterility. Here, the grass is not singing. The wind cannot blow through it. Dumb expression, greenery made stupid, it hums a bland monotone in the key of the mono-minded. No word is emptier than a golf tee. No roots, it has no known etymology, it is verbal nail polish. Worldwide, golf is an arch act of enclosure, a commons fenced and subdued for the wealthy, trampling serf and seedling. The enemy of wildness, it is a demonstration of the absolute dominion of man over wild nature.

Stereotypical thinking deprives us of the ability to discover the truth and justice, and it sets the stage for future conflicts

I'm here to tell you the tide will never stop coming in. I'm here to tell you whatever you build will be ruined, so make it beautiful.

Solo somos una raza avanzada de monos....pero podemos comprender el universo

Aquella mirada decía: "¡Mira, estos monos somos nosotros! ¡Mira, así es el hombre!" Y toda celebridad; toda discreción, todas las conquistas del espíritu, todos los avances hacia lo grande, lo sublime y lo eterno dentro de lo humano, se vinieron a tierra y eran un juego de monos...

There is a Japanese proverb ‘Suki koso mono no jouzu nare’, which means that how much you love something determines how good you become at it. To find ikigai, find out what you love doing by paying

Com­rades, we love the sun that gives us light, but if the rich and the ag­gressors were to try to mono­pol­ize the sun, we should say: “Let the sun be ex­tin­guished, let dark­ness reign, etern­al night…

Saatnya angin berbau asin datang dari laut. Hari ini, aku akan bermain gekkin untukmu. Suara denting senar melebur bersama udara, meresap dalam panca indera. Terlihat seperti wewangian apakah nada-nada ini... Dengan terlahirnya lagu ini, keberadaanmu mendapatkan makna baru. Kalau bersedia, bernyanyilah bersamaku. Masih ada waktu sebelum gelap. Waktu yang paling indah.

I didn’t want to hurt Mom’s feelings, but the past had created rifts that would likely never go away. I never confronted these demands head-on. I never explained to Mom that no matter how nice and caring she was at any given time—and while I had mono, she couldn’t have been a better mother—I just felt uncomfortable around her.

Are you aware of the Japanese concept of mono no aware, the bitter sweetness of things?” “I’m afraid not.” “The Japanese sages say the best way to appreciate beauty is to focus on its transient, fragile and fleeting nature.

The last god has his own most unique uniqueness and stands outside of the calculative determination expressed in the labels “mono-theism,” “pan-theism,” and “a-theism.” There has been “monotheism,” and every other sort of “theism,” only since the emergence of Judeo-Christian “apologetics,” whose thinking presupposes “metaphysics.” With the death of this God, all theisms wither away. The multiplicity of gods is not subject to enumeration but, instead, to the inner richness of the grounds and abysses in the site of the moment for the lighting up and concealment of the intimation of the last god.

But, for myself, the Earth’s records had taught me to look for widest ruin as the price of highest civilization.

Out in the field, sitting on the grass, the hard-core omnivores are hunched around and over the cadaver of a creature they've courageously downed, greedily feasting on its flesh, while furtively looking around in all directions.. one of them has thrown in a few wilted sprigs of asparagus and a bucketful of ketchup to sweeten the deal. The vegetarians have caught an animal, chased her baby over to the omnivores, and are suckling from her nipples, while others feast on a basket of gathered birds eggs. The vegans have just ploughed through a mono crop of wheat, and soy and are enjoying their tofu burgers. Meanwhile those radical fruitarian extremists are in the cherry trees, looking on in wide-eyed bewilderment..

I suspect that in the late ’90s alone, youth group games were responsible for millions of mono breakouts, thousands of broken bones, dozens of stomach pumps, and countless hours of therapy, for they typically involved placing insecure, hormonally charged teenagers in as physically awkward and borderline dangerous a situation as possible, preferably in the company of food,

Esa noche estoy intranquila, no paro de moverme y de dar vueltas en la cama. Sueño con ojos grises, monos de trabajo, piernas largas, dedos largos y lugares muy oscuros e inexplorados. Me despierto dos veces con el corazón latiéndome a toda velocidad. Si no pego ojo, mañana voy a tener una pinta estupenda, me regaño a mí misma. Doy un golpe sobre la almohada e intento calmarme.

It exhausts me, it slows me down, it balls me up on the couch with movies and terrible food and it makes me weak. It’s not beautiful or brave or redemptive. It’s like a light case of mono that never goes away. I don’t want to be brave. I want us to be okay.

Y todavía los que no murieron bajo las chozas ni se rajaron los huesos bajo los árboles ni se desangraron bajo las cuevas, ciegos de miedo y de ira acabaron despedazándose entre sí. Los pocos que no sufrieron quebranto, como recuerdo de la simpleza de sus corazones, se transformaron en monos.

…no hay mezcla más mala que la del español con el indio y el negro producen changos, monos, simios…salen una gentuza tramposa, ventajosa, perezosa, envidiosa, mentirosa, asquerosa, traicionera, ladrona y asesina, esa es la obra de España la promiscua, eso es lo que nos dejó cuando se largó con el oro…

Muslim Girlhood I never found myself in a pink aisle. There was no box for me with glossy cellophane like heat and a neat packet of instructions in six languages. Evenings, I watched TV like a religion I moderately believed. I watched to see how the others lived, not knowing I was the other - no laugh track in my living room, no tidy and punctual resolution waiting. I took tests in which Jane & William had so many apples. I fasted through birthday parties and Christmas parties and ate leftover tajine at plastic lunch tables, picked at pepperoni from slices like blemishes and tried not to complain. I prayed at the wrong times in the wrong tongue. I hungered for Jell-O & Starburts & margarine; could read mono- and diglycerides by five, knew what gelatin meant, and where it came from.

It didn't occur to me that I never named my own mystery illness the spring before (except to misdiagnose it to friends as mono), because I'd been afraid to admit, even to my mother, how much I'd wanted to lie down somewhere and hide. Black women, tall and strong as cypress trees, didn't pull that. Pain and shame and cowardice and fear had to be kept secret.

Hatred of different people supersedes logic and obvious facts and truth

An attack on stereotypes can easily be perceived as an attack on the very foundations of the universe

Stigmatization is terrible for our society because it breeds hatred among individuals

Stigma refers to a set of negative associations of a person with something shameful, disgraceful and repulsive

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In multicultural societies, there is a mutual enrichment of the cultures and the inter-penetration of certain cultural elements in the course of interaction

Culturally, diffusion is the mutual penetration of specific cultural phenomenon

su manera de coordinar las ideas hacía pensar en tumores, en afasia, en hombres mono

Stereotypic thinking is a major problem in a mono cultural society

In a mono-cultural society, the development of a stereotyped and stigmatized attitude is encouraged in every possible way

mono no aware, the sadness of being human,

The mono comes to a stop in a version of Topeka, Kansas, which has been emptied by a disease called “superflu.

Dentro de diez días les parecerás un dios, a quienes das la impresión ahora de ser una bestia y un mono, si vuelves de nuevo a los principios y a la veneración de la razón. 17.

Sometimes the depression is mild enough that I mistake it for the flu or mono.

En vez de políticos, dejad que los monos gobiernen los países; por lo menos, ellos sólo robarán las bananas!

En cualquier caso, permítame indicarle que se olvida usted del principio entrópico: no hay destino prefijado, sino un mono aporreando las teclas de una máquina de escribir.

nunca convenceremos a un mono para que nos dé un plátano con la promesa de que después de morir tendrá un número ilimitado de bananas a su disposición en el cielo de los monos. Pero

A un mono americano, un ateles, que se embriagó con coñac , nunca más se le pudo hacer que lo volviese a probar, en lo que obraba con mayor cordura que muchos hombres El Origen del Hombre

Sebastian: Do you remember when you were eleven and had mono? Our parents wanted us to stay away from each other. Dad was afraid I'd catch it and I'd miss Little League practice. Anyway, you were upset because you were lonely and being all kinds of whiny about it... Lena: I wasn't being whiny. I was stuck in my bedroom by myself for days, and if wasn't sleeping, I was bored. Sebastian: You were sick and you didn't want to be alone. You wanted me. Lena: I didn't want you, per se. I just wanted someone... Sebastian: You've always wanted me. Not just anyone, but me. So, you not wanting me here has nothing to do with you being tired. I know why you don't Or at least I think I understand part of it, and we'll talk about the you-wanting-me part later.

a large-scale policy mandating a mono-cultural curriculum – focused on teaching to the job may very well create a society of trained workers; but it will fail at creating a learning society. If we want to maintain a position of being inventive and vibrant and robust, we need an inventive, vibrant and robust educational philosophy. Just as teaching to the test distorts the learning process in ways that are often directly in opposition to the desired outcomes of the test, a teaching policy aimed at jobs alone may very well end up destroying jobs, or at the very least compromising a truly innovative culture.

Escucha siempre con atención, Max, las palabras que dicen las mujeres mientras son folladas. Si no hablan, bien, entonces no tienes nada que escuchar y probablemente no tendrás nada que pensar, pero si hablan, aunque sólo sea un murmullo, escucha sus palabras y piensa en ellas, piensa en su significado, piensa en lo que dicen y en lo que no dicen, intenta comprender qué es lo que en realidad quieren decir. Las mujeres son putas asesinas, Max, son monos ateridos de frío que contemplan el horizonte desde un árbol enfermo, son princesas que te buscan en la oscuridad, llorando, indagando las palabras que nunca podrán decir.

I'm serious, Jim. You need to put this crap away. You walk into school on Monday talking to me, or anyone else, about the city's pesky troll problem, and you're not exactly going to get a lot of people saying, 'Gee, thanks for the warning.' It'll spread faster than mono. You think things are tough for us now? Jim, this will be the end. I'm sorry if you had a crazy nightmare. I really am. But I can't let you ruin our lives.

The mono-mind paradigm has caused us to fear our parts and view them as pathological. In our attempts to control what we consider to be disturbing thoughts and emotions, we just end up fighting, ignoring, disciplining, hiding, or feeling ashamed of those impulses that keep us from doing what we want to do in our lives. And then we shame ourselves for not being able to control them. In other words, we hate what gets in our way.

Little Blaine: Don't get him mad. Please don't make him angry, fellows; he's already got the mono in the red, speedwise, and the track compensators can barely keep up. The trackage has degenerated terribly since the last time we came out this way.

The model stripped down naked and stood with her arms out to her sides while genderless cohorts sprayed her body with large silver canisters of foundation. They wore masks over there faces and sprayed her from head to toe like they were putting out a fire. They airbrushed her into a mono-toned six-foot-two column of a human being with no visible veins, nipples, nails, lips, or eyelashes. When every single thing that was real about the model was gone, the make up artist fug through a suite case of brushes and plowed through hundreds of tubes of flesh colored colors and began to draw human features onto her face. At the same time, the hair stylist meticulously sewed with a needle and thread strand after strand of long blond hairs onto her thin light brown locks, creating a thick full mane of shimmering gold. The model had brought her own chef, who cooked her spinach soup from scratch. The soup was fed to her by one of her lackeys, who existed solely for this purpose. The blond boy stood in front of her, blowing on the soup and then feeding it to her from a small silver child's spoon, just big enough to fit between her lips. the model's mouth was barely open, maybe a quarter of an inch wide, so that she would not crack the flesh colored paint.

Certainly there had been an intelligence left in the ancient computers below the city, a single living organism which had long ago ceased to exist sanely under conditions that, within its merciless dipolar circuits, could only be absolute reality. It held its increasingly alien logic within its banks of memory for eight hundred years and may have held them for eight hundred more, if not for the arrival of Roland and his friends; yet this mens non corpus had brooded and grown ever more insane with each passing year; even in its increasing periods of sleep it could be said to dream, and these dreams grew steadily more abnormal as the world moved on. Now, although the unthinkable machinery that maintained the Beams had weakened, this insane and inhuman intelligence had awakened in the rooms of ruin and had begun once more, although as bodiless as a ghost, to stumble through the hallways of the dead. In other words, Blaine the Mono was preparing to get out of Dodge.

I've been thinking about what it means to bear witness. The past ten years I've been bearing witness to death, bearing witness to women I love, and bearing witness to the [nuclear] testing going on in the Nevada desert. I've been bearing witness to bombing runs on the edge of the Cabeza Prieta Wildlife Refuge, bearing witness to the burning of yew trees and their healing secrets in slash piles in the Pacific Northwest and thinking this is not so unlike the burning of witches, who also held knowledge of heading within their bones. I've been bearing witness to traplines of coyotes being poisoned by the Animal Damage Control. And I've been bearing witness to beauty, beauty that strikes a chord so deep you can't stop the tears from flowing. At places as astonishing as Mono Lake, where I've stood knee-deep in salt-water to watch the fresh water of Lee Vining Creek flow over the top like water on vinegar....It's the space of angels. I've been bearing witness to dancing grouse on their leks up at Malheur in Oregon. Bearing witness to both the beauty and pain of our world is a task that I want to be part of. As a writer, this is my work. By bearing witness, the story that is told can provide a healing ground. Through the art of language, the art of story, alchemy can occur. And if we choose to turn our backs, we've walked away from what it means to be human.

RECUERDE LA FLOR DE LOTO Las grandes personas siempre se burlaban de los que se sienten más pequeños que ellos. Un león no se inmuta a la risa que viene de una hiena. Un gorila no se mueve de un plátano lanzado en ello por un mono. Un ruiseñor no para cantar su canción hermosa por la intrusión de un pájaro carpintero molesto. Siempre que usted debe dudar de su autoestima, recuerda la flor de loto. A pesar de que se sumerge a la vida de debajo del lodo, que no permite que la suciedad que lo rodea para afectar a su crecimiento o la belleza. Sé que la flor de loto siempre. No permita que cualquier negatividad o la fealdad en su entorno destruyan su confianza, afectan su crecimiento, o te hacen la pregunta de su autoestima. Es muy normal que uno de malezas feo no quiere estar solo. Recuerda esto siempre. si usted fuera feo, o simplemente tan pequeño como ellos sienten que son, entonces ellos no se sienten tan amargo y envidioso cada vez que se ven obligados a mirar hacia magníficamente Divina USTED ". SUZY KASSEM : filósofo, poeta de la Verdad

Finally the bull charged, the horse leaders ran for the barrera, the picador hit too far back, and the bull got under the horse, lifted him, threw him onto his back. Zurito watched. The monos, in their red shirts, running out to drag the picador clear. The picador, now on his feet, swearing and flopping his arms. Manuel and Hernandez standing ready with their capes. And the bull, the great, black bull, with a horse on his back, hooves dangling, the bridle caught in the horns. Black bull with a horse on his back, staggering short-legged, then arching his neck and lifting, thrusting, charging to slide the horse off, horse sliding down. Then the bull into a lunging charge at the cape Manuel spread for him.

Intolerance produces the desire to segregate people who appear different from the society

A stereotype is a rigid often simplistic representation of a specific group or category of people

A stereotype is a thought that can be adopted about specific types of individuals or certain ways of doing things

Stereotypic beliefs do not accurately reflect reality

When stereotyped ideologies are debunked it is typically confronted with hostility and aggression

Do not take a specific side before you figure it all out

The danger of stereotypic thinking is that it limits our perception of the world

Stigmatization refers to the association of negative quality with all representatives of a certain group of people, although this relationship is absent or not proven

God values internal qualities

If I need someone worse off than myself to prove my superiority, then I have no superiority

Mizaru significa «no veas el mal», Kikazaru significa «no escuches el mal», e Iwazaru significa «no pronuncies el mal».

But you alone are always only you, endless, entire, unique; not blonde, nor dark, nor black, nor white; but like the midday sun all light, all colours hidden inside one.

This is why the oceans taste of salt. It is because of all the tears of mermaids for sailors who have died for their love. The oceans are salt with death and grief.

Immortality doesn't last nearly as long as you think. Even our souls die in the end.

It was the day without a yesterday, and the world was so new the paint was still wet on the flowers, the meadows were wrapped up in a glossy cellophane of dew, and freshly budded leaves dangled like shiny price-tags from the trees.

Una religión -cualquier religión- es una forma de tranquilizarse y pensar que lo que es ahora siempre será: que todo está diseñado y controlado desde aquí hasta el fin de los tiempos, y que el poder-un dios, los dioses- ha sido y será el mismo. Si un fiel creyera que los poderes universales cambian ¿quién podría prometerle una vida eterna? Y los poderosos -reyes, emperadores- se colgaron de esta idea: nuestro poder no debe cambiar porque está basado en el Gran Poder que nunca cambia: el derecho divino. Una religión necesita lo inmutable; por eso, por ejemplo, las reacciones violentísimas de la Iglesia católica cuando ciertos fulanos de hace un par de siglos empezaron a hurgar rastros geológicos, cuevas, huesos, y demostraron que el mundo era mucho más viejo que lo que contaba la Biblia, y que no siempre había sido como es: que había habido animales extraños, que las vacas y las pulgas no habían sido creadas por el Señor sino por la evolución de las especies, que los hombres éramos monos bien tuneados. Nada podía ser más subversivo -y subvirtió.

Our human perception of reality is made up by binary electromagnetic energy in the form of separated polarities: negative-positive, male-female, dark-light. Ordinary reality is a mono-dimensional arbitrary setting, which means that in order to be officially operative in this configuration, we need to release our multidimensional nature. This practically implies to let go of one polarity, so that one pole is allowed circulation in ordinary reality while the other is out of bound and remains in the non-ordinary or unconscious reality.

Corn is what feeds the steer that becomes the steak. Corn feeds the chicken and the pig, the turkey, and the lamb, the catfish and the tilapia and, increasingly, even the salmon, a carnivore by nature that the fish farmers are reengineering to tolerate corn. The eggs are made of corn. The milk and cheese and yogurt, which once came from dairy cows that grazed on grass, now typically comes from Holsteins that spend their working lives indoors tethered to machines, eating corn. Head over to the processed foods and you find ever more intricate manifestations of corn. A chicken nugget, for example, piles up corn upon corn: what chicken it contains consists of corn, of course, but so do most of a nugget's other constituents, including the modified corn starch that glues the things together, the corn flour in the batter that coats it, and the corn oil in which it gets fried. Much less obviously, the leavenings and lecithin, the mono-, di-, and triglycerides, the attractive gold coloring, and even the citric acid that keeps the nugget "fresh" can all be derived from corn. To wash down your chicken nuggets with virtually any soft drink in the supermarket is to have some corn with your corn. Since the 1980s virtually all the sodas and most of the fruit drinks sold in the supermarket have been sweetened with high-fructose corn syrup (HFCS) -- after water, corn sweetener is their principal ingredient. Grab a beer for you beverage instead and you'd still be drinking corn, in the form of alcohol fermented from glucose refined from corn. Read the ingredients on the label of any processed food and, provided you know the chemical names it travels under, corn is what you will find. For modified or unmodified starch, for glucose syrup and maltodextrin, for crystalline fructose and ascorbic acid, for lecithin and dextrose, lactic acid and lysine, for maltose and HFCS, for MSG and polyols, for the caramel color and xanthan gum, read: corn. Corn is in the coffee whitener and Cheez Whiz, the frozen yogurt and TV dinner, the canned fruit and ketchup and candies, the soups and snacks and cake mixes, the frosting and candies, the soups and snacks and cake mixes, the frosting and gravy and frozen waffles, the syrups and hot sauces, the mayonnaise and mustard, the hot dogs and the bologna, the margarine and shortening, the salad dressings and the relishes and even the vitamins. (Yes, it's in the Twinkie, too.) There are some forty-five thousand items in the average American supermarket and more than a quarter of them now contain corn. This goes for the nonfood items as well: Everything from the toothpaste and cosmetics to the disposable diapers, trash bags, cleansers, charcoal briquettes, matches, and batteries, right down to the shine on the cover of the magazine that catches your eye by the checkout: corn. Even in Produce on a day when there's ostensibly no corn for sale, you'll nevertheless find plenty of corn: in the vegetable wax that gives the cucumbers their sheen, in the pesticide responsible for the produce's perfection, even in the coating on the cardboard it was shipped in. Indeed, the supermarket itself -- the wallboard and joint compound, the linoleum and fiberglass and adhesives out of which the building itself has been built -- is in no small measure a manifestation of corn.

Cada región alimenta un pueblo que se le parece. Tantos siglos a la orilla del río volvieron a los hombres diestros para nadar como peces y frenéticos para atacar como caimanes; la familiaridad de los montes los volvió silenciosos como niebla y a la vez solos y muchos como las estrellas del cielo; la vida en el desierto los hizo duros y pacientes como cardos; la vida en la selva les dio el sigilo de las serpientes, la agilidad de los monos en los ramajes; los hizo capaces de ver un mundo de hormiguea de color y sonidos allí donde otros sólo ven monotonía y silencio.

Las leyendas sobre Anansi han existido desde que las gentes empezaron a contarse cuentos unas a otras. En África, donde todo comenzó, mucho antes incluso de que los hombres pintaran leones y osos en las paredes de las cavernas, la gente ya contaba historias de monos y de leones y de búfalos: grandes historias soñadas. Siempre tuvieron esa inclinación. Era su manera de darle un sentido al mundo en el que vivían. Todo aquello que corría, volaba, reptaba, nadaba o se transformaba, desfilaba por aquellas historias, y las diversas tribus humanas veneraban a diferentes criaturas. Ya entonces, el León era el rey de los animales, y la Gacela el más veloz, y el Mono el más excéntrico, y el Tigre el más terrible, pero no era de ellos de los que la gente quería oír historias. Anansi puso su nombre en los cuentos. Todos los cuentos eran cuentos de Anansi. En cierta ocasión, antes de que Anansi fuera el dueño de todos los cuentos, éstos pertenecían al Tigre (que es como los habitantes de las islas llaman a todos los grandes felinos), y eran tenebrosos y malvados, llenos de dolor, y ninguno de ellos tenía un final feliz. Pero aquello fue hace mucho tiempo. En la actualidad, todos los cuentos son de Anansi.

El conocimiento de la Historia es indispensable para la supervivencia de cualquier colectividad. Tener presentes los errores del pasado impide volver a cometerlos en el futuro, ésta es la lección que han tenido que aprender, a veces a costa de un gran sufrimiento, todos los pueblos libres de la Tierra.

Lately I have found this everyday remarkableness almost overwhelming. As I said, I’ve never been much for stoicism, but these last few years, I have been even more susceptible than usual to emotion—or, rather, to one emotion in particular. As far as I know, it has no name in our language, although it is close to what the Portuguese call saudade and the Japanese call mono no aware. It is the feeling of registering, on the basis of some slight exposure, our existential condition: how lovely life is, and how fragile, and how fleeting. Although this feeling is partly a response to our place in the universe, it is not quite the same as awe, because it has too much of the everyday in it, and too much sorrow, too.

A ninja or shinobi is a mixture of spy, guerrilla tactician, night time infiltration agent, explosives expert, thief and arsonist. The ninja have been named in various ways in many parts of Japan, however, historically they were known as ‘shinobi’ before they became ninja. Both of the names ‘shinobi’ (also shinobi no mono) and ninja come, in the main, from the same combination of Chinese ideograms , which can be read in the two ways described above. It is a misconception that the ninja are a separate force outside of the samurai, as they are in fact a subgroup of the samurai with some members being from the foot soldier or Ashigaru class; this will be discussed in depth later in this volume. A ninja could come from any class in Japan but many were low level samurai retainers.

One lovely twilight, with the near garden in riotous bloom, Genji stepped onto a gallery that gave him a view of the sea, and such was the supernal grace of his motionless figure that he seemed in that setting not to be of this world at all. Over soft white silk twill and aster 49 he wore a dress cloak of deep blue, its sash only very casually tied; and his voice slowly chanting “I, a disciple of the Buddha Shakyamuni…” 50 was more beautiful than any they had ever heard before. From boats rowing by at sea came a chorus of singing voices. With a pang he watched them, dim in the offing, like little birds borne on the waters, and sank into a reverie as cries from lines of geese on high mingled with the creaking of oars, until tears welled forth, and he brushed them away with a hand so gracefully pale against the black of his rosary that the young gentlemen pining for their sweethearts at home were all consoled.

Certainly there had been an intelligence left in the ancient computers below the city, a single living organism which had long ago ceased to exist sanely under conditions that, within its merciless dipolar circuits, could only be absolute reality. It had held its increasingly alien logic within its banks of memory for eight hundred years and might have held them for eight hundred more, if not for the arrival of Roland and his friends; yet this mens non corpus had brooded and grown ever more insane with each passing year; even in its increasing periods of sleep it could be said to dream, and these dreams grew steadily more abnormal as the world moved on. Now, although the unthinkable machinery which had maintained the Beams had weakened, this insane and inhuman intelligence had awakened in the rooms of ruin and had begun once more, although as bodiless as any ghost, to stumble through the halls of the dead. In other words, Blaine the Mono was preparing to get out of Dodge.

Eddie: Why do police lieutenants wear belts? The lights in the Barony coach began to flicker. An odd thing was happening to the walls, as well; they began to fade in and out of true, lunging toward transparency, perhaps, and then opaquing again. Seeing this phenomenon even out of the corner of his eye made Eddie feel a bit whoopsie. Eddie: Blaine? Answer. Roland: (agreeably) Answer. Answer, or I declare the contest at an end and hold you to your promise. Blaine: TO...TO HOLD UP THEIR PANTS? (repeating as a statement) TO HOLD UP THEIR PANTS. A RIDDLE BASED UPON THE EXAGGERATED SIMPLICITY OF-- Eddie: Right. Good one, Blaine, but never mind trying to kill time--it won't work. Next-- Blaine: I INSIST YOU STOP ASKING THESE SILLY-- Eddie: Then stop the mono. If you're that upset, stop right here, and I will. Blaine: NO. Eddie: Okay, then, on we go. What's Irish and stays out in back of the house, even in the rain? Blaine: (clicking his tongue deafeningly and gratingly; a long pause) PADDY O'FURNITURE.

La respuesta le vino tras cinco largos días de deambular por las calles del Lower East Side, justo cuando estaba a punto de abandonar toda esperanza. Estaba sentado sobre una caja volcada, comiendo a deshora el almuerzo que le había preparado Regina, cuando se le ocurrió: ropa. Por todas partes a su alrededor se estaban abriendo tiendas: trajes, vestidos, monos de trabajo, camisas, faldas, blusas, pantalones, todas ellas prendas hechas y listas para vestir. Viniendo de un mundo donde la ropa se cosía a mano en casa o bien se encargaba a un sastre, esto era una revelación. Lo que más me maravilló no fue la mera cantidad de prendas, aunque esto fuera un milagro en sí mismo —escribiría Borgenicht años más tarde, ya consagrado como próspero fabricante de ropa para mujeres y niños—, sino el hecho que en América hasta los pobres podían ahorrarse la tediosa y laboriosa tarea de hacerse la ropa simplemente entrando en una tienda y saliendo con aquello que necesitaran. Ahí había un sector que prometía, casi emocionaba. Borgenicht

<> No, no hubo tiempo para miradas. Se durmió antes de que le pudiera preguntar por el ensayo. Una larga noche dándole al rif te deja para el arrastre. <> Puaj. ¿Eso es un eufemismo de «m@sturbación»? <> No. Creo que es un eufemismo de «toc@r l@ guitarr@ eléctric@». O un@ expresión idiomátic@. No sé. ¿Crees que «masturbación» es una de las palabras de alerta de Tron? <> Bueno, ahora ya da igual. Si nos despiden porque insistes en meterte en la boca del lobo, nos tendrás que mantener a mí y mi cara afición al Gap infantil. <> 1. Meterse en la boca del lobo. ¿Es otra referencia a la masturbación? 2. Gap infantil. ¿Otra vez? <> 1. Ja. 2. Otra vez. El fin de semana pasado me marqué un mono color verde apio con manoplas a juego por... ¡3,99! <> El verde es una elección inteligente: apropiado para una niña imaginaria o un niño imaginario. Y la estación no es relevante cuando se trata de niños imaginarios. <> Exacto. Ya ni siquiera entro en el Gap de adultos. En cuanto eres madre imaginaria, no tienes tiempo para ti.

Hoy nos cuesta comprender esta advertencia de los puericultores de principios del siglo XX. ¿Cómo pudieron los expertos no apreciar que los niños tienen necesidades emocionales, y que su salud mental y física depende de cubrir estas necesidades tanto como las de alimento, refugio y medicinas? Pero cuando se trata de otros mamíferos, seguimos negando lo evidente. Al igual que John Watson y los expertos de Infant Care, los ganaderos, a lo largo de la historia, se han ocupado de las necesidades materiales de cochinillos, terneros y cabritos, pero han tendido a obviar sus necesidades emocionales. Así, las industrias cárnicas y lácteas se basan en quebrar el vínculo emocional más fundamental del reino de los mamíferos. Los granjeros fecundan continuamente a sus cerdas reproductoras y a sus vacas lecheras. Pero los cochinillos y los terneros son separados de la madre al poco de nacer, y por lo general viven sin siquiera mamar de sus pezones, y sin sentir el cálido contacto de su lengua y su cuerpo. Lo que Harry Harlow hizo a unos cuantos centenares de monos lo hacen las industrias cárnica y láctea todos los años a miles de millones de animales.[24]

-Ese no es -dijo Cat, señalando con el índice a los corredores-. Ni ese tampoco. Es mono, pero no es él. Y ese chico seguro que no es él. -Frunció el entrecejo-. Qué raro. Puedo visualizar el aura que proyecta, pero me cuesta recordar con claridad su cara. A lo mejor es que no lo vi de cerca. -Tiene un aspecto poco común -respondió Eureka-. No en el mal sentido. Es atractivo. "Tiene los ojos como el mar -quería decir en realidad-. Los labios son de color coral. Su piel tiene la clase de poder que hace saltar la aguja de una brújula." [...] -¡Oye, Jack! -Cat se colocó en la grada encima de la que Jack estaba usando para estirar la pierna-. Estamos buscando a un tío de tu equipo que se llama Ander. ¿Cuál era su apellido, Reka? Eureka se encogió de hombros. Y lo mismo hizo Jack. -No hay ningún Ander en este equipo. Cat sacudió las piernas y las cruzo por los tobillos. -Mira, estaba en el encuentro de hace dos días, el que se canceló por la lluvia. Es un tipo alto, rubio... Ayúdame, Reka. "Con los ojos como el mar -estuvo a punto de soltar- y unas manos que podrían coger una estrella fugaz." -¿Como pálido? -logró decir. -Pues como que no está en el equipo.

He glanced back at his ship, and a sigh escaped his lips, his heart fraught with the appreciation and melancholy that understanding his own situation must evince. His place as Captain of such a crew was as evanescent as the rest of life, and while they were all collected together now, being of the same character, the same mind, having the same predilections and ambitions, there was no saying when it might be over. He might be called away on urgent business, or his crew might grow anxious for a more settled life, Rannig might wish to return home, or the Director of the Marridon Academy might finally rot, calling Bartleby back to Marridon for the promotion he so richly deserved. He exhaled, reveling in the pining sigh of impermanence which living in such uncertainty must produce.

Pocos monos, mucho dinero Una vez llegó al pueblo un señor bien vestido, se instaló en el único hotel que había y puso un aviso en la única página del periódico local. Estaba dispuesto a comprar cada mono que le trajeran por 10 pesos. Los campesinos, que sabían que el bosque estaba lleno de monos, salieron corriendo a cazarlos. El hombre compró, como había prometido en el aviso, los cientos de monos que le trajeron al precio estipulado. Pero, cuando ya quedaban muy pocos monos en el bosque y era difícil cazarlos, los campesinos perdieron interés. Entonces el hombre ofreció 15 pesos por cada uno y los campesinos corrieron otra vez al bosque.   Cada vez quedaban menos monos y el hombre elevó la oferta a 20 pesos. Los campesinos volvieron al bosque, cazaron los pocos monos que quedaban, hasta que ya era casi imposible encontrar uno. Llegando a este punto, el hombre ofreció 50 pesos por cada uno. Pero, como tenía negocios que atender en la ciudad, dejaría a cargo a su ayudante quien se dirigió a los campesinos diciéndoles: “Fíjense en esta jaula llena de cientos de monos que mi jefe compró para su colección. Ahora que no está, yo se los vendo a ustedes a 30 pesos cada uno, y cuando mi jefe regrese de la ciudad, ustedes se los venden a 50 pesos cada uno”.   Los campesinos juntaron todos sus ahorros y compraron los cientos de monos que había en la gran jaula, y esperaron el regreso del jefe. Desde ese día, no volvieron a ver ni al ayudante ni al jefe. Lo único que vieron fue la jaula llena de monos que compraron con sus ahorros de toda la vida (21). Justo así se forman las burbujas en el mercado de la Bolsa de Valores con consecuencias nefastas para naciones enteras.

The liberal ideals of the Enlightenment could be realized only in very partial and limited ways in the emerging capitalist order: "Democracy with its mono of equality of all citizens before the law and Liberalism with its right of man over his own person both were wrecked on the realities of capitalist economy," Rocker correctly observed. Those who are compelled to rent themselves to owners of capital in order to survive are deprived of one of the most fundamental rights: the right to productive, creative and fulfilling work under one's own control, in solidarity with others. And under the ideological constraints of capitalist democracy, the prime necessity is to satisfy the needs of those in a position to make investment decisions; if their demands are not satisfied, there will be no production, no work, no social services, no means for survival. All necessarily subordinate themselves and their interests to the overriding need to serve the interests of the owners and managers of the society, who, furthermore, with their control over resources, are easily able to shape the ideological system (the media, schools, universities and so on) in their interests, to determine the basic conditions within which the political process will function, its parameters and basic agenda, and to call upon the resources of state violence, when need be, to suppress any challenge to entrenched power. The point was formulated succinctly in the early days of the liberal democratic revolutions by John Jay, the President of the Continental Congress and the first Chief Justice of the United States Supreme Court: "The people who own the country ought to govern it." And, of course, they do, whatever political faction may be in power. Matters could hardly be otherwise when economic power is narrowly concentrated and the basic decisions over the nature and character of life, the investment decisions, are in principle removed from democratic control.

We don't have much time. The mono travels just as fast toward its point of ending whether Blaine's with us or not." "You don't really believe he's gone, do you?" Eddie asked. "A slippery pup like him? Come on, get real. He's peeking, I guarantee you." "I doubt it very much," Roland said, and Susannah decided she agreed with him. For now, at least. "You could hear how excited he was at the idea of riddling again after all these years. And-" "And he's confident," Susannah said. "Doesn't expect to have much trouble with the likes of us." "Will he?" Jake asked the gunslinger. "Will he have trouble with us?" "I don't know," Roland said. "I don't have a Watch Me hidden up my sleeve, if that's what you're asking. It's a straight game ... but at least it's a game I've played before. We've all played it before, at least to some extent. And there's that." He nodded toward the book which Jake had taken back from Oy. "There are forces at work here, big ones, and not all of them are working to keep us away from the Tower." Susannah heard him, but it was Blaine she was thinking of-Blaine who had gone away and left them alone, like the kid who's been chosen "it" obediently covering his eyes while his playmates hide. And wasn't that what they were? Blaine's playmates? The thought was somehow worse than the image she'd had of trying the escape hatch and having her head torn off. "So what do we do?" Eddie asked. "You must have an idea, or you never would have sent him away." "His great intelligence-coupled with his long period of loneliness and forced inactivity-may have combined to make him more human than he knows. That's my hope, anyway. First, we must establish a kind of geography. We must tell, if we can, where he is weak and where he is strong, where he is sure of the game and where not so sure. Riddles are not just about the cleverness of the riddler, never think it. They are also about the blind spots of he who is riddled." "Does he have blind spots?" Eddie asked. "If he doesn't," Roland said calmly, "we're going to die on this train.