Puma Quotes

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

I will defend the absolute value of Mozart over Miley Cyrus, of course I will, but we should be wary of false dichotomies. You do not have to choose between one or the other. You can have both. The human cultural jungle should be as varied and plural as the Amazonian rainforest. We are all richer for biodiversity. We may decide that a puma is worth more to us than a caterpillar, but surely we can agree that the habitat is all the better for being able to sustain each.

A jolly young fellow from Yuma Told an elephant joke to a puma; now his skeleton lies beneath hot western skies- the puma had no sense of huma

Will I have to use a litter box?" --Emma to Max after he just explained she'll be turning into a puma shifter The Wallflower (Halle Pumas Book 1)

Her elongated eyes did not close as other women's eyes did, but like the eyes of tigers, pumas and leopards, the two lids meeting lazily and slowly; and they seemed slightly sewn together towards the nose, making them narrow, with a lascivious, oblique glance falling from them like the glance of a woman who does not want to see what is being done to her body. All this gave her an air of being made love to, which aroused the Baron as soon as he met her.

You mean I'm not a cougar?" He laughed his beautiful, sexy laugh and pulled me to him, kissing my face. "Technically, I think you're a puma.

Tengo hambre de tu boca, de tu voz, de tu pelo y por las calles voy sin nutrirme, callado, no me sostiene el pan, el alba me desquicia, busco el sonido líquido de tus pies en el día. Estoy hambriento de tu risa resbalada, de tus manos color de furioso granero, tengo hambre de la pálida piedra de tus uñas, quiero comer tu piel como una intacta almendra. Quiero comer el rayo quemado en tu hermosura, la nariz soberana del arrogante rostro, quiero comer la sombra fugaz de tus pestañas y hambriento vengo y voy olfateando el crepúsculo buscándote, buscando tu corazón caliente como un puma en la soledad de Quitratúe

What the hell was that?" "Puma," he said. "Mountain lion." "I knew that was a lion." She stopped suddenly. "You didn't hurt him, did you?" "Marcie, he wanted to eat you! Are you worried about his soul or something?" "I just wanted him to go away," she said. "I didn't want him to go dead." -Marcie and Ian

I am an alien. i am not of this world, nor do I call it "home". My desires are not for earthly things that will fade, corrode or burn. I set my heart and mind on things above. My faith and hope are in God alone and I eagerly await His return for me, because you see, "I'm a citizen of heaven...

Max?” “Hmm?” “Will I have to use a litter box?” “Emma!

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

Look at this save. Cat-like, jungle-like, quick. Big puma. Big, beautiful, brave gladiator goalkeeper. Spartacus, I called him. Mix in a bit of octopus. Beautiful.

At paces that might stun and dismay the religious jogger, the runners easily kept up all manner of chatter and horseplay. When they occasionally blew by a huffing fatty or an aging road runner, they automatically toned down the banter to avoid overwhelming, to preclude the appearance of show boating (not that they slowed in the slightest). They in fact respected these distant cousins of the spirit, who, among all people, had some modicum of insight into their own days and ways. But the runners resembled them only in the sense that a puma resembles a pussy cat. It is the difference between stretching lazily on the carpet and prowling the jungle for fresh red meat.

Emma?” “Hmm?” “You took everything I told you really well.” “I’ve never understood the woe-is-me thing. I mean, the hottest guy in town just told me he wants me badly enough to bite me and make me like him, and now he wants to drag me home and ravish me. I’m going to, what, run screaming into the night? Oh, no! I’m a Puma now! My life is over! Sob!” Emma rolled her eyes. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s freaking me out a bit, and it’s probably going to cost me a fortune in bikini waxing, but it’s not the end of my world.” Max nearly ran off the road. “You get a bikini wax?” “Wouldn’t you like to know?” “Hell yes.

Just the night before, a puma’s howl had set a chill at my spine and, man, life didn’t get any richer than that.

Me tomó alrededor de una hora y media escabullirme para alejar a Daemon de mi mama. Tal vez no debería preocuparme sobre ella y Will. A lo mejor necesitaba preocuparme sobre ella y Daemon. Una puma.

Look at the kind of people who most object to the childishness and cheapness of celebrity culture. Does one really want to side with such apoplectic and bombastic bores? I should know, I often catch myself being one, and it isn’t pretty. I will defend the absolute value of Mozart over Miley Cyrus, of course I will, but we should be wary of false dichotomies. You do not have to choose between one or the other. You can have both. The human cultural jungle should be as varied and plural as the Amazonian rainforest. We are all richer for biodiversity. We may decide that a puma is worth more to us than a caterpillar, but surely we can agree that the habitat is all the better for being able to sustain each. Monocultures are uninhabitably dull and end as deserts.

Simon told me I should take you home and start making kits. What do you think?” Max looked down at her, love and lust glowing equally in his brilliant smile. “Max?” “What?” His tone was wary; he’d come to expect the unexpected when she used that particular tone of voice. “Will I give birth to a baby or a litter?” “Emma,” he groaned. “I mean, will we be feeding them baby formula or Kitten Chow?” “Emma!” “If they get stuck in a tree, who do we call? Does the fire department do kitten rescues anymore? This is important stuff to know, Lion-O!” “God save me.

When the last tree is cut, when the last animal is hunted, when the last river is polluted, it will be then that man will realise that money cannot be eaten . . .

A puma is not a bird," said Tobias, after a hundred paces. "It is a kind of cat - felis concolor. You may see it soon: it is moving along with us, on the right." The word cat brought nothing into Jack's mind but a fleeting image of a shabby, brownish-black little creature called Tib that disgraced the drawing-room at home, and he plodded on in silence. Every hundred yards or so they changed shoulders, and during the third change there was a coughing noise to their right, a series of coughs, huge, deep, throaty coughs, that culminated in a shattering roar, unimaginably loud. "Not a bird, Jack, you see," said Tobias. "How big?" cried Jack, vividly alive now, with terror coursing up and down his spine. "The size of an indifferent lion," said Tobias. "You can see him if you bend and look under the yellow bush. He is tearing up the earth, and biting it." "Can he climb?" "Oh, admirably." "Toby, what shall we do?" "Why, unless you wish to go and look at him, we had better go on. It is getting late. But do not hurry so, Jack, nor make jerking movements. If he should come out, take no notice of him, or look at him kindly - do not provoke him. He is not a froward puma, I believe.

I loved being inside that cage. It felt like a secret, like hiding in a cupboard when you were a child and tapping the back to see if you could reach Narnia.

Sleek, vigilant puma: principal of the mountains.

That was where [Lady Montdore’s] charm lay. She would suddenly be nice just when it seemed that she was about to go for you tooth and nail, it was the charm of a purring puma.

Then his lungs seemed to open up again, each breath going deeper than the one before. His sneakers (not blinding white Adidas, just ratty old Pumas) seemed to shed the lead coating they had gained. His previous lightness of body came rushing back. It was what Milly had called the following wind, and what pros like McComb no doubt called the runner's high. Scott preferred that. He remembered that day in his yard, flexing his knees, leaping, and catching the branch of the tree. He remembered running up and down the bandstand steps. He remembered dancing across the kitchen floor as Stevie Wonder sang "Superstition." This was the same. Not a wind, not even a high, exactly, but an elevation. A sense that you had gone beyond yourself and could go farther still.

Amid the ruins José spoke passionately about the Incas and their beliefs. He told us they had symbols for time: the serpent for the past, the puma for the present, the condor for the future. On

Furniture is like that. Used and enjoyed as intended, it absorbs the experience and exudes it back into the atmosphere, but if simply bought for effect and left to languish in a corner, it vibrates with melancholy. Furnishings in museums... are as unspeakably tragic as the unvisited inmates of old folk's homes. The untuned violins and hardback books used to bring 'character' to postwar suburban pubs crouch uncomfortably in their imposed roles like caged pumas in a zoo. The stately kitchen that is never or rarely used to bring forth lavish feasts for appreciative audiences turns inward and cold.

Just so you know,’ I explained, remembering my own earlier arrogance, ‘if you’ve ever owned a cat and therefore think you know how to handle a puma, you don’t. It would be like playing with sharks because you once owned a goldfish.

But I’ll need a lot of them. Jungle pumas. Not these outlaws you see in the zoos. What’s an outlaw? He’d kill you. Wouldn’t they all? They might, but an outlaw does anyhow. If it was people, he would be a crazy person. It comes from being bred in captivity.

HAMBRE (HUNGER) Anhelo tu boca, tu voz, tu pelo. En silencio y con hambre, rodando por las calles. El pan no me alimenta, me rompe el alba. Tengo hambre por tu sonrisa, Tus manos el color de una cosecha salvaje, Con hambre de las piedras pálidas que son tus uñas, Quiero comer tu piel como una almendra entera. Necesito el rayo de sol que quema de tu hermosa cuerpo, Tu nariz soberana del elegante cara, Quiero comer la sombra fugaz de tus pestañas, Paseo con hambre, olfateando el crepúsculo, Buscandote, por tu corazón caliente, Como una puma en los páramos de las montañas… ******************************** I long for your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, rolling through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, The dawn breaks me. I have a hunger for your smile. Your hands the color of a savage harvest, I hunger for the pale stones are your nails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. I need the sunshine that burns from your beautiful body. Your nose,sovereign on an elegant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, I move on, hungry, sniffing the twilight, Looking for you, for your warm heart, As a cougar in the wilds of the mountains ...

what you do unto even the least of humanity you do unto the Christ within because what you do unto even the least of humanity you do to yourself.

Hey, I can shop. You hunt down your purchase, club it to death with a credit card and drag it out of the store, right?

When the last tree is cut, when the last animal is hunted, when the last river is polluted, it will be then that man will realise that money cannot be eaten .

He can walk away if he wants. He has dignity. This is all any of us can ask for.

I’ve spent my life praying to be thin and now I am, and yet I realise that wasn’t what I was praying for at all. I was just praying to feel comfortable in my own skin.

But after dealing with Roy for a while I just wanted to get through the time I’d signed on for, to prove to myself that I couldn’t be beaten by a girly-faced, chicken-boned, racist cat.

It’s the moment when something happens not just deep among the trees but also in the dark interior of the human heart, for the heart, too, has its night and its wild surges, as strong an instinct for the hunt as a wolf or a stag. The human night is filled with the crouching forms of dreams, desires, vanities, self-interest, mad love, envy, and the thirst for revenge, as the desert night conceals the puma, the hawk and the jackal.

I believe that death should not be feared instead we should endure life and give our best even though life isn't always fair we shall always enjoy life the way it comes and if death is upon us its cause its time for us to go knowing that there is something better for us.....

The big cat’s flame-green eyes were on the plump child not ten feet away from where it lay, lashing its tail. Here was a chance for revenge. One raking blow of unsheathed claws would make up for those tortured months of captivity. Closing his jaws in the man-child’s throat would repay him for the wounds that still smarted where the bullets had grazed his flesh. The puny dog, who was crouching close by, was not even to be considered. ‘The dogs, who had been guarding the sheep and the bull the puma had recently slaughtered, had fled when he spat at them.

t was a nasty knock, and the fact that I had been expecting it didn't make it any better. Oddly enough, I felt no animosity towards Cook, holding Plank the bloke responsible for this awkward situation. Roaming through Africa knee-deep in poisonous snakes of every description and with more man-eating pumas around than you could shake a stick at, he could so easily have passed away, regretted by all. Instead of which, he survived and went about making life tough for harmless typical young men about town who simply wanted to be left alone to restore their delicate health.

This lad is an elite European coach. One of a select group of about half a dozen managers working in the world game today. The other five only take jobs with clubs that guarantee squads and trophies that will further enhance their already muscular CVs. Klopp doesn’t seem to need that in his life. He is truly a throwback. A contradiction in many senses – for instance he seems to have no problem being a shameless shill in doing adverts for some heavy weight corporations (Puma, Opel and others) and yet it is hard to escape the conclusion that here is a man on a mission that represents something more honest.

How absurd those words are, such as beast and beast of prey. One should not speak of animals in that way. They may be terrible sometimes, but they're much more right than men." "How do you mean--right?" "Well, look at an animal, a cat, a dog, or a bird, or one of those beautiful great beasts in the zoo, a puma or a giraffe. You can't help seeing that all of them are right. They're never in any embarrassment. They always know what to do and how to behave themselves. They don't flatter and they don't intrude. They don't pretend. They are as they are, like stones or flowers or stars in the sky. Don't you agree?" I did.

I answered that I was sure, and he asked me again, and this time I understood his concern. ‘I’m not embarrassed!’ I said, or at least tried to say, before recalling that embarazada means something entirely different to ‘embarrassed’ and that I’d just wailed at the doctor that I wasn’t pregnant, something his medical training had presumably made evident to him.

The precision of many of the flat surfaces [at Puma Punku] is astonishing. In some cases, they are almost as flat as laser perfection, and the idea that a Bronze Age culture like the Tiwanaku were responsible for this work is clearly impossible. What is also curious is that much of the stone has been partially or fully excavated from the red clay mud of the area, which infers either extreme age, or that a cataclysmic event occurred here, partially burying the site [...]. Further, there are blocks which appear to have been snapped in half - not by the invading Aymara, colonial Spanish, or more recently, but at a time in the distant past. The logic behind this statement is that there are no apparent tool marks or other evidence of attempts to break the stone.

The jungle bristled with life. There were sloths, pumas, snakes, crocodiles; there were basilisk lizards that could run across the surface of water without sinking. In just a few hectares there lived as many woody plant species as in the whole of Europe. The diversity of the forest was reflected in the rich variety of field biologists who came there to study it. Some climbed trees and observed ants. Some set out at dawn every day to follow the monkeys. Some tracked the lightning that struck trees during tropical storms. Some spent their days suspended from a crane measuring ozone concentrations in the forest canopy. Some warmed up the soil using electrical elements to see how bacteria might respond to global heating. Some studied the way beetles navigate using the stars. Bumblebees, orchids, butterflies—there seemed to be no aspect of life in the forest that someone wasn’t observing.

Perhaps it was the weeks in the cage alone. Perhaps it was the lack of control. Perhaps it was the heat and the fire and the fear. Her instincts would have told her to go to water perhaps. I don't know. All I know is that she's done this thing that she's been too scared to do for all the years she's been here, sitting for endless hours at her beach. I am so proud of her, it swells in my throat and I find it difficult to swallow. All I can see is the back of her head, brown in the sun, splattered with water droplets and lagoon sludge, the slick pale tips of her ears and the dark tuft of her tail swishing through the water. Everything that I feel for her swells up too, unexpected and completely flooring. I'm absolutely wrecked, my body broken and my mind shattered. Is this love? I don't know. All I know is that I've never felt anything like this before in my life.

If I mate with you, we are connected for eternity,” he pulled back. His gold eyes shimmered in the darkening room. “I don’t think it will be long enough,” she confessed.

I want to repeat that: It’s a huge mistake to think that any single organization (“the Church,” “Government,” “The X Political Party”) is Demiurgic or Archonic.

Truly, fear is the power [of the Rulers]. So if you are going to be afraid of what is about to come upon you, it will engulf you.

The easiest way to recognize the works of the Archons is by noticing whether they’re intended to instil a sense of fear in someone in order to control that person.

Jacques Vallee and John Keel).

There are forces in the world that recognize the illusion, this general insanity of the World of Forms. These forces seek to control the World of Forms for one reason or another. So, taking advantage of our inability to discern reality, they seek to shape our realities for us via control systems. These systems are generally intricate webs or networks of invalid experiences designed to control the illusions or hallucinations of individuals, in order to further the goals of whomever designed the system.

The goal of each one of us is to break free of the Black Iron Prison and have as many valid experiences as possible. This breaking free is what we refer to as gnosis.

Remember, the Limitless Light is differentiating itself until it has experienced all of the potentialities that it contains. This means that the process of metempsychosis allows the Limitless Light to experience each of its aspects as a single consciousness. There is only one consciousness—it’s the one you are experiencing right now, as you read this. It’s also the consciousness that I’m experiencing right now as I type this. This is the Limitless Light learning about itself, and it literally means that everyone is everyone else. I might be reborn as you, you might be reborn as me. Gnosis is the personal realization and experience of this fact. This is a huge secret that I’ve just let you in on.

1. Life is imperfection. 2.      The origin of imperfection is separation from the Fullness of the Pleroma (the realms of Perfection). 3. It’s possible to reconnect to the Pleroma. 4.      Reconnection to the Pleroma is possible via this Way, the cultivation of gnosis. There’s a story that goes along with this, similar to other religious stories. It has to do with the fall from grace of Sophia, or Wisdom, an aspect of Divinity, and her production of a being called the Demiurge, a misguided oaf of a deity who ended up creating our universe, but who didn’t do a very good job. It’s kind of a theory of “Unintelligent Design.

Some Gnostics are totally atheistic, and see the whole thing as a myth describing psychological processes (one of my friends doesn’t believe that Jesus even existed, a position called “mythicism,” with which I personally disagree).

This principle is the Great Androgynous CHRISTOS, the perfected Son/Daughter of the Limitless Light as God the Father.

It doesn’t, of course, mean you get to be an obnoxious jerk, or that you can stop putting up with their nonsense. Your toe will still hurt when you kick something hard. You’ll still catch that cold, and your computer will still crash at the most inopportune moment. You can’t escape that, not while you’re still living in this World of Forms. However, it does mean that you can be comfortably skeptical. You can realize that it’s all a bunch of tricks, and you can get out from underneath that Kenomic Worldview and start recognizing the illusion. You can start to recognize that there is a lot of total bullshit out there, and you don’t have to feel bad or guilty or wrong for calling it out as bullshit. That’s GNOSIS, people, and it can be yours for FREE!

What does it feel like to be the most beautiful girl in this room?

Please tell your breasts to stop staring at my eyes.

That’s a nice dress. But it would look better in an evidence bag at my trial.

You're single. I'm single. Coincidence? I think not.

You're the only girl I love right now, but in ten years, I'll love another girl. She'll call you 'Mommy.

Your self- comparisons to that guy aren’t going to make you rich or famous or house-ier, and whether you think you’re better than someone won’t change their behavior one bit.

So, when you’re comparing yourself to someone else, you’re really only comparing yourself to your false image of that person, and when that happens, you’re starting to tickle the fancy of the archons!

A good philosophy should be a constant background noise, an ambiance that one can detect behind everything you do and say. A good philosophy is just as present when you’re driving to work or watching a movie as it’s at church. It’s just as present when you’re shopping for clothes or riding the bus as it’s during meditation. It gives you a reason for most things that happen to you, and gives you a reaction to them, as well.

They are, instead, the impermanent things that impede one’s ability to experience the psychospiritual state we call “dwelling in gnosis.” They’re the roadblock on the path to self-knowledge, and through mindful contemplation on them, one doesn’t discover that there is no self, but instead discovers that essential spark of the Universal Self that exists under the surface of the World of Forms.

Regardless of the tradition, the idea is that as we accumulate experiences during life, we also accumulate roadblocks to the Pleromic worldview in the form of an aggregate of accidents. Let’s think of this aggregate as a False Self, or, as the Sethians might have had it, a Counterfeit Spirit. This doppelganger is the way we present ourselves to the World of Forms, as determined by the World of Forms.

We do the same thing when we are overly self-critical: “I wish I weren’t so fat/short/tall/dumb.” These are all aspects of the counterfeit spirit, not the essential Self.

What it means is that we should see the cause of the problems politics generates as the intersection of the individual Counterfeit Spirit and the Archonic Power that is “Politics.

What it means is that individuals should be judged solely on their own merits, keeping in mind that all we can ever really perceive of a person is his or her doppelganger.

Accept that you will be cut off, that jerks are out there who are asshole drivers.

Of course, there is no indication within Sethian thought that the Self doesn’t exist. Indeed, the Archons involved in the creation and perception of the ephemeral world serve to occlude the Self at their center.

As we tend only to interact with the False Self, we perceive the accidents as the real deal– we tend to mistake a person’s counterfeit spirit for his or her essential self. Thus, when we generalize individuals based on any externality or expression we aren’t really coming to any kind of truth about that individual, but instead to whatever Archonic feature of the World of Forms has contributed these accidents to that person’s being.

So what, then, of our relationship to God? What is a totally reasonable way to look at our place in a theistic cosmos if God itself is imperfect? Perhaps the most reasonable way to look at God in relation to us is to ask the question, what if God is, like us, imperfectly striving towards self-knowledge?

What I eventually realized is that if, indeed, ‘conspiracies’ exist (and I still maintain that the most powerful conspiracy is the confederacy between power, money and stupidity), and even if the political scene is designed as a control system to keep the lower classes supporting the upper classes, there’s not a whole lot that I can do about it.

When discussing generalization in relation to cause and effect, if we begin using this perceived cause and effect for value judgments, we do things like start wars, initiate pogroms and start political parties, all of which are as detrimental to our continued survival as Ogg’s berry.

The idea that an Evil force opposes this good God, and is responsible for the suffering in the world? Totally unreasonable, if, indeed, this God created everything. Why would you go and do something like that? There isn’t a single good argument one can make for giving one’s self an opponent if one knows very well that one’s opponent will cause others to suffer. I suppose if one wanted to challenge one’s self, one might come up with an archenemy, a super-villain who could test one’s abilities and self-worth. But if this super-villain could spread misery around, and if you couldn’t do anything to prevent that misery, wouldn’t the act of creating this super-villain be wildly irresponsible? The idea that the God who created the universe as we currently experience it is imperfect? Totally reasonable.

The Gnostic Way works for me, because it gives me a reason for everything that happens (i.e. the default state of the World of Forms is imperfection, the Archons screw stuff up, the proper application of Wisdom and Reason helps deal with the Archons), and gives me a way to react to it (be really skeptical of everything, be nice to other people as much as possible, be bone-shakingly honest about everything). Some days are wretched and stressful and nasty, but if I live this philosophy and make sure it’s always on in the background, that’s OK.

What I eventually realized is that if, indeed, ‘conspiracies’ exist (and I still maintain that the most powerful conspiracy is the confederacy between power, money and stupidity), and even if the political scene is designed as a control system to keep the lower classes supporting the upper classes, there’s not a whole lot that I can do about it. The

I wave my arms, whimpering, spinning on the spot. The jungle is everywhere and, as I turn and see a monkey sitting on a signpost, I leap back with a yelp. He’s the size of a small child, hunched, with thick ginger fur.

In mere moments, I’d taken 36 points of Crushing Damage from a number of bites, and the cat showed no signs of slowing down.  I yanked down hard with my left arm, bringing the cat’s face level with my own.  Two could play that game, I thought and bit down hard on its nose.  The puma attempted to jerk itself away, but I had it pinned between my forearm and my teeth.   Snarling, it lifted its paw off my pinned arm and attempted to push me away.  That was unfortunate; in doing so he allowed me to bring my shortsword into play.  I released the bite on its nose,

Con unos 70 kg, el puma es demasiado pequeño como para matar a un caballo adulto, a menos que el caballo ya se esté muriendo, pero sí se alimenta de potros. Típicamente, les abre la parte posterior del cráneo después de pelar hacia adelante la piel de la cara y lame el cerebro. El puma caza en sabana abierta, a diferencia del jaguar, mucho más grande y fuerte, que permanece en las áreas boscosas. No vimos ninguna matanza de jaguares (tal vez por ignorancia se dice que aplastan el cráneo).

The similarity to Nintendo or PlayStation has a chilling implication: Researchers have found that when players do well at a video game, the amount of dopamine released in their brains roughly doubles, and that this surge can linger for at least a half-hour afterward. So the more “price points” you can see, the more your brain will fool itself into thinking it has detected a predictable pattern in the numbers—and the more powerfully your dopamine system will kick in. As we’ve seen, it can take as few as three price changes to make you think you’ve spotted a trend; in years past, when investors got their stock prices out of the newspaper, it could take three days to gather that much data, while today a market website will get you there in less than sixty seconds. No wonder, by the late 1990s, the typical “investor” in popular tech stocks like Qualcomm, VeriSign, and Puma Technology owned them for an average of less than eight days at a time.

I knew full well that all journeys come to an end, and maybe this experience of time as finite is what lends light and texture to every living moment, knowing that you have to go back home, that you’re in a foreign land. I watched hungrily, I collected images, I tried to be alert to everything. I felt things acutely; my whole body, my whole skin was completely alive as if it was made of hunting animals, of felines, of the pumas that we were afraid to meet in the desert. I was awake and aware that life has a perimeter, almost as if I could see it. And

Europe, it seemed, was even harder to break into than the US. As well as the market being saturated by Adidas and Puma, there wasn’t as much disposable income floating around, plus there was no common language. There was no doubt that America was where the true riches lay, a country of 350 million, the vast majority speaking the same language as us – more or less. Here, track and field was still a niche, but it was a huge niche compared to the UK, and a serious business from college level up.

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… about sixty thousand Indians and half-breeds… absolute savages… our inspectors occasionally visit… otherwise, no communication whatever with the civilized world… still preserve their repulsive habits and customs… marriage, if you know what that is, my dear young lady; families… no conditioning… monstrous superstitions… Christianity and totemism and ancestor worship… extinct languages, such as Zuñi and Spanish and Athapascan… pumas, porcupines and other ferocious animals… infectious diseases… priests… venomous lizards…" / —... Unos sesenta mil indios y mestizos..., absolutamente salvajes... Nuestros inspectores los visitan de vez en cuando... aparte de esto, ninguna comunicación con el mundo civilizado... conservan todavía sus repugnantes hábitos y costumbres... matrimonio, suponiendo que ustedes sepan a qué me refiero; familias... nada de condicionamiento... monstruosas supersticiones... Cristianismo, totemismos y adoración de los antepasados... lenguas muertas, como el zuñí, el español y el atabascano... pumas, puerco—espines y otros animales feroces... enfermedades infecciosas... sacerdotes... lagartos venenosos...

I might die from a bear attack; I could also succumb to a rattlesnake or a puma, slip down a rocky ravine, have a tree branch fall on my head, choke on beef jerky, or any other of a million unanticipated disasters. That's the thrill of backcountry exploration. My vulnerability is exquisite. If I don't watch out for me, no one else will.

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At Göbekli Tepe there is a creature, sculted in high-relief, identified by Klaus Schmidt as a beast of prey with splayed claws and powerful shoulders, its tail bent to its left over its body. A very similar animal is seen at Cutimbo [in Peru] with the same splayed claws and the same powerful shoulders, while the tail instead of being bent to its left is bent to its right. At both Göbekli Tepe and Cutimbo, reliefs of salamanders and of serpents are found. The style of execution in all cases is very similar. At about the level of the genitals of the so-called "Totem Pole" of Göbekli Tepe, a small head and two arms protrude. The head has a determined look, with prominent brows. The long fingers of the hands almost meet. The posture is that of a man leaning down through the stone and playing a drum. This is also the posture of two figures at Cutimbo, who emerge from a large convex block on one of the circular towers. They have the same determined features and prominent brow ridges as the figure on the "Totem Pole." The two serpents on the side of the "Totem Pole" have peculiarly large heads, making them look almost like sperm. So, too, does the serpent that emerges from the dark narrow entrance of the Temple of the Moon above Cuzco. Lions feature in the reliefs at Göbekli Tepe, pumas feature in the reliefs at Cutimbo and again the manner of representation is similar.

Pumas are wusses,” Rourke muttered from the front seat.

inside. The heat that separates and tears you apart from your home, he thought. Would he make it back safe? Or even if he did make it back alive, would there even be a home to come back to? Downstairs, he caught sight of his mother packing food for his journey. He gazed at her face, memorizing every curve and line. He hoped she’d be all right. As if she knew what he was feeling, she reached out and hugged him and choked back the tears. “Nothing will keep us apart for long. You’ll come back to us, I feel it in my bones.” The weight of her words made him even sadder to leave. His father ambled down the hallway, carrying something wrapped in a red silk cloth. “I’ve something for you, son. I’d hope to give this to you when you came of age. It will prove valuable on your journey.” He handed him a sheathed short sword. Talis withdrew the sword and gaped at the red-tinged steel with ghost patterns and smoky lines running along the blade. A tremendous weight rushed up his arm from the sword as if imbued with some terrific power. His arm tensed and he winced. “This… this sword is for me?” Father was really giving him this treasure? The sheath was made of blackened leather and elaborate swirling patterns ran down the spine, with silver studs lining the edge. Talis gasped. It was immaculate. Why would Father give him such a priceless gift? He gazed at the ruby-studded hilt—a puma’s face with ruby eyes shaping the hilt’s edge. “It’s the finest sword in Naru.” Father narrowed his eyes at the expression on Talis' face. “What is it, what are you feeling?” “I’m not sure,” Talis stammered, fighting the power. “It’s so strong.” His father’s eyes sparkled. “You’re sensing the power within the sword—” “It’s magical?” What did his father know of such things? He was a man of commerce and trade. “The magical gift runs deep in our family history.” Father took the sword from Talis and raised it to the firelight. “This is no regular sword… it possesses great power. The red color is not from blood; there's fire magic within.” Fire magic… Master Viridian said his element was fire,

can this error in understanding be corrected by simply generalizing in the other direction? Absolutely not, and this is the problem with the “Lipstick Liberal” approach, which condemns, on the one hand, discrimination against minorities (generalities) while turning a blind eye to specific egregious instances of abuse or idiocy (vide the whole “Mohammed Cartoon” fiasco).

If we all blinked out of existence ten minutes from now, would you be satisfied with the life you’ve led? What would you regret not having done?

Most people are pretty okay. Sometimes they get involved in stupid stuff, but it’s the stuff that’s stupid, not the person.

Who the hell is afraid of a fridge but ties himself to a puma?

to paraphrase Philip Dick, those who fight the Empire are doomed to become the Empire. Instead, what if we were all to simply practice kindness, to spend what little political influence we have on making it easier for people to be kind to one another? Isn’t

El Kikín se formó con Hugo en los Pumas y alcanzó ahí su mejor momento; si el futbol se jugara sin balón, sería un crack

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But only seconds seemed to have passed before there was a huge blast that caused her to sit up straight and catch her breath. Then the outhouse door opened sharply, and Ian stood there with a startled look on his face and a big gun in his hand. “How long have you been in here?” he asked. “I have no idea,” she said. “I think maybe d-d-days.” He got a sheepish look on his face. “You about done in here?” he asked. She burst into laughter, which brought another coughing spasm, then laughter again. “Yes, Ian,” she finally said. “I’ve widdled and wiped. Can I please go home now?” “Home? Marcie—that car of yours—” “The cabin, Ian.” She laughed. “Jesus, do you have no sense of humor?” “That wasn’t so funny. I can’t imagine what he was doing around here. I don’t keep food out or small livestock…” “He was hanging around the shed. You think maybe he likes chicken soup?” “I’ve never had a problem like that before. That’s bold, getting out where people can see him, challenge him—” “What the hell was that?” “Puma,” he said. “Mountain lion.” “I knew that was a lion.” She stopped suddenly. “You didn’t hurt him, did you?” “Marcie, he wanted to eat you! Are you worried about his soul or something?” “I just wanted him to go away,” she said. “I didn’t want him to go dead.” “I just scared him off. Listen,” he said, walking her quickly to the cabin, “if it had been down to you or him, could you have shot him?” “No,” she said. “No?” he asked. “Well, I’ve never fired a gun, so I don’t like my chances. If I’d had a big gun like that in my hands I could’ve probably shot you or the cabin or shot the crap out of that outhouse…” She burst into laughter at her pun. “But he was way smaller. You have a frying pan, right? A big iron one, right?” “What for?” “So, in future, I can get to the bathroom with some protection. I was once a very good hitter in softball.” He stopped walking and looked down at her. “Jesus, there’s always the blue pot.” “Yeah, but there are some things a lady will risk her life to keep private.” He smiled. He actually smiled. “Is that so?