Pest Inspiring Quotes

In an earlier stage of our development most human groups held to a tribal ethic. Members of the tribe were protected, but people of other tribes could be robbed or killed as one pleased. Gradually the circle of protection expanded, but as recently as 150 years ago we did not include blacks. So African human beings could be captured, shipped to America, and sold. In Australia white settlers regarded Aborigines as a pest and hunted them down, much as kangaroos are hunted down today. Just as we have progressed beyond the blatantly racist ethic of the era of slavery and colonialism, so we must now progress beyond the speciesist ethic of the era of factory farming, of the use of animals as mere research tools, of whaling, seal hunting, kangaroo slaughter, and the destruction of wilderness. We must take the final step in expanding the circle of ethics. -

Can you imagine, somebody telling you, your love for your dearly beloved is a sin! Can you imagine, somebody telling you, women are inferior to men, and are meant only serve the men! Can you imagine, somebody telling you, a man can have multiple wives, and yet be deemed civilized! Here that somebody is a fundamentalist ape - a theoretical pest from the stone-age, that somehow managed to survive even amidst all the rise of reasoning and intellect.

Thank you for inviting me here today " I said my voice sounding nothing like me. "I'm here to testify about things I've seen and experienced myself. I'm here because the human race has become more powerful than ever. We've gone to the moon. Our crops resist diseases and pests. We can stop and restart a human heart. And we've harvested vast amounts of energy for everything from night-lights to enormous super-jets. We've even created new kinds of people, like me. "But everything mankind" - I frowned - "personkind has accomplished has had a price. One that we're all gonna have to pay." I heard coughing and shifting in the audience. I looked down at my notes and all the little black words blurred together on the page. I just could not get through this. I put the speech down picked up the microphone and came out from behind the podium. "Look " I said. "There's a lot of official stuff I could quote and put up on the screen with PowerPoint. But what you need to know what the world needs to know is that we're really destroying the earth in a bigger and more catastrophic was than anyone has ever imagined. "I mean I've seen a lot of the world the only world we have. There are so many awesome beautiful tings in it. Waterfalls and mountains thermal pools surrounded by sand like white sugar. Field and field of wildflowers. Places where the ocean crashes up against a mountainside like it's done for hundreds of thousands of years. "I've also seen concrete cities with hardly any green. And rivers whose pretty rainbow surfaces came from an oil leak upstream. Animals are becoming extinct right now in my lifetime. Just recently I went through one of the worst hurricanes ever recorded. It was a whole lot worse because of huge worldwide climatic changes caused by... us. We the people." .... "A more perfect union While huge corporations do whatever they want to whoever they want and other people live in subway tunnels Where's the justice of that Kids right here in America go to be hungry every night while other people get four-hundred-dollar haircuts. Promote the general welfare Where's the General welfare in strip-mining toxic pesticides industrial solvents being dumped into rivers killing everything Domestic Tranquility Ever sleep in a forest that's being clear-cut You'd be hearing chain saws in your head for weeks. The blessings of liberty Yes. I'm using one of the blessings of liberty right now my freedom of speech to tell you guys who make the laws that the very ground you stand on the house you live in the children you tuck in at night are all in immediate catastrophic danger.

The devil doesn't need an invitation to where there is spiritual stagnancy, He would assume he is welcome for obvious reasons. Stagnant water would attract unwanted pests.

Totusi iubirea peste blestem Obsesia mea despre tine  Renaste, in mine, acum  Si iarasi e rau si e bine  Si toate se afla pe drum.  O clasica dragoste veche,  Transcrisa in versuri, candva,  Acum isi gaseste pereche  Si replica este a ta.  Poemele mele supreme,  Traite-ntre bine si rau,  Acum, s-au intors ca probleme,  Le-as trece pe numele tau.  Mereu, intre viata si moarte,  Mi-a fost si mi-e dat sa ma zbat,  Iar astazi, cand esti prea departe,  Abia te mai strig sugrumat.  Si nu mai dau lumii de stire  Ideea de care ma tam,  Ca nu mai exista iubire,  Asa cum exista blestem.  N-am cum sa accept ca, din toate,  Ramane doar zborul tarat  Si faptul ca nu se mai poate  Iubi decat rau si urat.  Vin versuri stravechi sa-mi inspire  Poemul cel nou ce il chem  Si totusi exista iubire,  In veci, peste orice blestem. 

When scientists underestimate complexity, they fall prey to the perils of unintended consequences. The parables of such scientific overreach are well-known: foreign animals, introduced to control pests, become pests in their own right; the raising of smokestacks, meant to alleviate urban pollution, releases particulate effluents higher in the air and exacerbates pollution; stimulating blood formation, meant to prevent heart attacks, thickens the blood and results in an increased risk of blood clots in the heart. But when nonscientists overestimate [italicized, sic] complexity- 'No one can possibly crack this [italicized, sic] code" - they fall into the trap of unanticipated consequences. In the early 1950s , a common trope among some biologists was that the genetic code would be so context dependent- so utterly determined by a particular cell in a particular organism and so horribly convoluted- that deciphering it would be impossible. The truth turned out to be quite the opposite: just one molecule carries the code, and just one code pervades the biological world. If we know the code, we can intentionally alter it in organisms, and ultimately in humans. Similarly, in the 1960s, many doubted that gene-cloning technologies could so easily shuttle genes between species. by 1980, making a mammalian protein in a bacterial cell, or a bacterial protein in a mammalian cell, was not just feasible, it was in Berg's words, rather "ridiculously simple." Species were specious. "Being natural" was often "just a pose.

Pierdut câteodată în larga și neprihănita singurătate a naturii, cine n-a ascultat graiul duios si mistic, în care adierile călătoare ale dimineții își destăinuiesc frunzelor adormite ale codrului eterna lor dragoste? Al cui suflet n-a întinerit în fața unei picături de rouă, ce îndoaie, sub greutatea răcoroasă și scânteietoare, fruntea încărcată parcă de gânduri a unei flori? Cu măsura scurtă și neîndestulătoare a inimii sale, cine n-a căutat totuși să socotească nemărginitul adânc al patimii nevinovate, cu care o undă zglobie își lasă strălucitoarea-i goliciune în voia dezmierdărilor șăgalnice ale unei raze de lumină, spre a-și arunca în urmă, peste pudoarea-i parcă jignită, haina de umbră a pădurilor? De câte ori, în mijlocul arborilor muți si neclintiți, nu ne-am simțit ca în tovărășia unor vechi și buni prieteni guralivi! De câte ori nu le-am destăinuit lor durerile noastre și de câte ori, mai cu seamă, nu ne-au alinat ei aceste dureri! Din nenumăratele generațiuni de foi putrede și îngrămădite de vremuri unele peste altele, cine n-a văzut cum își ridică fruntea, rar și sfios, o floare albastră sau roșie, și cine, iarăși, n-a înțeles cum răsare viața din păturile eterne ale morții?... Și, în fața veșnicei nimiciri, cine nu s-a simțit el insuși lunecând pe rostul fatal al lucrurilor spre însăși neînlăturata și desăvârșita sa neființă?... Și cine n-a îndreptat atunci, din nestatornicia lumii acestea, o dureroasă amintire spre lumea de veșnică odihnă a celor ce nu mai sunt?... Și... al cui suflet n-a simțit răsărindu-i, fără de voie, o lacrimă caldă la capătul cugetărilor sale?...

Cei ce aleargă după nemurire scriind cărţi nu se deosebesc prea tare de oratori. Cu toţii îmi sunt îndatorati până peste cap, dar de inspirat îi inspir mai cu seamă pe scriitorii de flecuşteţe şi istorioare. Căci autorii care prin opere miezoase aspiră la preţuirea puţinilor oameni înzestraţi cu judecată îmi par mai degrabă vrednici de milă decât de invidie. Îşi storc veşnic creierii, adaugă, schimbă, taie, pun la loc, se întorc, îndreaptă, citesc în stânga şi-n dreapta. Veşnic nemulţumiţi de roadele muncii lor, lucrează nouă sau zece ani la o carte. Şi cu ce se aleg după atâtea cazne şi trude; după atâtea nopti în care n-au gustat dulceaţa somnului? Cu cea mai deşartă şi mai uşuratică răsplată de pe lume, preţuirea câtorva cititori. Şi asta nu-i tot, căci mârjirea lor are şi urmări neplăcute. Sănătate, bunăstare, tihnă, se duc pe apa sâmbetei. Deoarece se lipsesc de toate plăcerile vieţii, ajung urduroşi, traşi la faţă, sfrijiţi, ba adesea şi orbesc. Sărăcia îi împovărează, invidia îi macină, bătrâneţea le este timpurie şi, copleşiţi de toate relele de soiul ăsta, mor înainte să le vină sorocul. Şi toate acestea le înfruntă scriitorii înţelepţi doar de dragul laudelor a încă trei ori patru prăpădiţi asemenea lor. Dimpotrivă, fericit autorul ce intră sub aripa mea ocrotitoare! El nu cunoaşte munca pe brânci şi chinul, scrie tot ce-i trece prin cap, pune pe hârtie tot ce visează noaptea cu mintea-i înfierbântată. Nu şterge şi nu îndreaptă nimic, încredinţat că va avea mai mulţi admiratori de va scrie gogomănii mai mari, pe gustul gloatei neghioabe şi neştiutoare. Ce-i pasă dacă rarii învăţaţi şi oamenii cu judecată îl citesc şi îl dispreţuiesc? Fluierăturile a două sau trei persoane cu capul pe umeri nu vor fi oare înăbuşite de aplauzele tunătoare ce răsună din toate părţile?

Myth is also where the differences lie. Where Crusoe articulates a ‘foundation myth’ that shows Western Man asserting his autonomy and dominance as if from scratch, the Journal charts his encounter with a phenomenon he cannot understand or control. Crusoe celebrates the resourcefulness needed to create a world from new; the Journal, the endurance to watch it fall apart. For that reason it is arguably this book that among all Defoe’s works speaks most eloquently to early twenty-first-century readers attuned to imaginary landscapes of nuclear and environmental devastation, to grim fantasies of alien invasion, to the panic and policies that accompany epidemic disease... Turning an eye on the commercial and spiritual centre of empire rather than an island outpost, it dares to envisage London consumed not just by disease but violent self-interest that tears at the social fabric. It is that very modern phenomenon, an illness narrative, but one in which the patient is a whole city. Works inspired by it—Mary Shelley’s The Last Man, Albert Camus’s La Peste—do not so much dismantle its ideology as try to render afresh the uniquely disturbing impact. (David Roberts)

The essentialist notion of “bad blood” is one of several biological metaphors inspired by a fear of the revenge of the cradle. People anticipate that if they leave even a few of a defeated enemy alive, the remnants will multiply and cause trouble down the line. Human cognition often works by analogy, and the concept of an irksome collection of procreating beings repeatedly calls to mind the concept of vermin.105 Perpetrators of genocide the world over keep rediscovering the same metaphors to the point of cliché. Despised people are rats, snakes, maggots, lice, flies, parasites, cockroaches, or (in parts of the world where they are pests) monkeys, baboons, and dogs.106 “Kill the nits and you will have no lice,” wrote an English commander in Ireland in 1641, justifying an order to kill thousands of Irish Catholics.107 “A nit would make a louse,” recalled a Californian settler leader in 1856 before slaying 240 Yuki in revenge for their killing of a horse.108 “Nits make lice,” said Colonel John Chivington before the Sand Creek Massacre, which killed hundreds of Cheyenne and Arapaho in 1864.109 Cankers, cancers, bacilli, and viruses are other insidious biological agents that lend themselves as figures of speech in the poetics of genocide. When it came to the Jews, Hitler mixed his metaphors, but they were always biological: Jews were viruses; Jews were bloodsucking parasites; Jews were a mongrel race; Jews had poisonous blood.110

Dear Spider web, Why won’t you let me go? I will not accept your silky web as my resting place. Your web might be soft, but there is nothing comfortable about you. You have my mind entangled with doubts. You have me feeling helpless as you tie down my hands and feet. Let me go! I am not your prey! Spider web, you captured me, and then you abandoned me in your web. You are just like my mother; she left Kace and me in her old and damaged cobweb. She selfishly left us to figure out life. Furthermore, just like you, she will not let us go. You covered me in your web to the point you made me invisible and empty inside. Partly because of you, people used a broom to swat me here and there because they see the webs all over me. They look at me as a nobody, an invasion, a pest, or a rodent who is trying to destroy their home. You confuse me because I know that I am not damaged and used, but there are many days I feel like I am no good for myself or anyone. Your web has cluttered my mind; I am disturbed mentally because I have never felt complete or good enough. I’ve been fighting so long to get out of your web—I am tired. However, I have come this far, and I am going to hold on a little while longer. When I hold on to your thin web tightly, something or someone uses the sharpest knife to cut it down. While it is swinging left and right, I try to jump and break free, but you catch me and wrap me back in your web again. I’ve been fighting for so long, and I will continue to fight because you cannot keep me here forever. I am creating thicker skin.

Sparge tirania trecutului și viitorului în mod constant, trăgându-te mereu în momentul prezent - Aici și Acum. Fii conștient de tine în fi ecare clipă, chiar în timp ce citești aceste cuvinte. În această stare ești receptiv la adevărata inspirație. Ne jefuim singuri de neprețuitul moment prezent ori de câte ori presupunem, absenți, că vom fi mai fericiți peste o oră, peste o săptămână sau peste un an. Timpul măsurat pe calendar nu are nimic să-ți dea.

Killing a bunch of Jihadis may be morally justified, to save humanity from their wrath, but it won't terminate Jihad for long. Jihad or Holy war would keep festering one way or another, until religious fundamentalism is eradicated from the human society. Until the whole humanity learns to scrutinize its most revered scriptures with the sharp tool of reasoning, Jihad will keep on striking over the world. If one does not have the basic conscientious capacity to refute the primitive textual verses of the scriptures that demand one to kill or torture another being for holding a different belief system than one's own, then that entity is no being of the civilized human society, it is merely a pest from the stone-age. No Quran, no Bible, no Gita, no Cow, is greater than the human self. There shall be hope for harmony and peace in the world, only when fundamentalism is destroyed forever. Harmony is not a luxury, it is an existential necessity of the species. And to achieve it, if a hundred Bibles have to be sacrificed, then be it. But for no Bible, Quran or Gita, can harmony be compromised.

Pot inventa cu ușurință lucruri noi fără a fi numit mincinos, dându-le sens cu ajutorul inspirație: Și când am scăpat cerneala peste foi, și-am presărat, litere întortocheate ce din suflet au plecat...

Just for Today Just for today I will try to live through this day only, and not tackle my whole life problem at once. I can do something for twelve hours that would appall me if I felt that I had to keep it up for a lifetime. Just for today I will be happy. This assumes to be true what Abraham Lincoln said, that “most folks are as happy as they make their minds to be.” Just for today I will try to strengthen my mind. I will study; I will learn something useful; I will not be a mental loafer; I will read something that requires effort, thought, and concentration. Just for today I will have a program. I may not follow it exactly, but I will have it. I will save myself from two pests: hurry and indecision. Just for today I will have a quiet half hour all by myself, and relax. During this half hour, sometime, I will try to get a better perspective on my life. Just for today I will be unafraid. I will enjoy that which is beautiful, and will believe that as I give to the world, so the world will give to me.

j'ai souvent pensé alors que si l'on m'avait fait vire dans un tronc d'arbre sec, sans autre occupation que de regarder la fleur du ciel au dessus de ma tête, je m'y serais peu à peu habitué

…Trebuie să te liniștești. Nu mai lua peste măsură asupra ta grijile lumii acesteia, ci păzește-ți pacea și viețuiește cu Dumnezeu. Să le lăsăm pe toate în grija Domnului.

J'ai de plus en plus, l'obsédante impression d'écrire pour les rescapés du futur : l'immense iceberg se profile à l'horizon, qui va croiser notre navire entouré de brume. Il y a quelques années encore, on pouvait croire à une organisation de combat ouverte et officielle, à la vertu immédiate de l'information, de la polémique, voire au vote pour tenter d'édifier un barrage contre le pire. C'est fini, aujourd'hui. D'ici une trentaine d'années, la plupart des matériaux indispensables à la continuité de notre civilisation industrielle vont manquer irréductiblement ; les riches sols d'Europe commencent à s'appauvrir sous l'effet de l'agriculture industrielle, et la pollution marine s'accumule, catastrophe après catastrophe, de marée noire en marée noire ; le Tiers Monde se désertifie et la famine y galope comme jadis les pestes ; le choix nucléaire va couvrir le monde de nos enfants d'un semis de pyramides obligatoirement épaissies tous les 25 ans à cause de leur danger radioactif, grâce à un matériau énergétique qui disparaîtra complètement à la veille de l'an 2000. Ce n'est pas un tableau poussé au noir ; c'est à peine un survol. Et vous croyez encore échapper à la catastrophe ? Si l'homme ne disparaît pas, victime de sa propre connerie, de sa pathologie du Pouvoir et de son sexisme, s'il reste, comme je veux le croire, des rescapé(e)s du Futur aux couleurs d'Apocalypse, peut-être quelques écrits comme celui-ci n'auront pas été tout à fait futiles. Si seulement, dès aujourd'hui, les femmes s'unissaient pour de bon ! Oui, si les femmes, les jeunes femmes d'aujourd'hui prenaient subitement conscience que le féminisme, c'est beaucoup plus que le féminisme, et que le cri le plus radicalement vrai est le féminisme ou la mort !

Chiar dacă nu știi unde vei dormi la noapte Și ești încă departe de țintă Să știi că nu există drum fără capăt Nu fi trist Luni de zile această inscripție ne-a servit drept Sesam și protecție în colțuri de țară unde străinii nu au fost iubiți niciodată. Influența și popularitatea unei asemenea poezii, destul de ermetice și vechi de peste cinci sute de ani, sunt extraordinare în Iran. Prăvăliași care stau pe vine în fața dughenelor își pun ochelarii ca să își citească versuri de la un trotuar la altul.

and retreat from the busy and hectic day to day daily life or the desire for fresh veggies, gardening can fill that void. In addition to providing some peace for an individual it can also provide a brilliant source of nutrition and cost savings at the dinner table. The drawback that gardeners have had to face is change of seasons, insect and rodent pests as well as fertilizing problems. Gardening methods over the years has taken a pleasant turn for the better as people are trying to re-connect to the natural way of things and are taking an organic approach to raising vegetables and fruits. It is pleasing and inspiring to witness this shift from chemical saturated food going back to the natural way it was meant to be eaten. It thrills me to contribute to this global shift! I hope our children and generations after them have many blessed years of health and abundance at their dinner tables from the positive teachings

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