Zenon Quotes

In fact, without a specification of a creature's goals, the very idea of intelligence is meaningless. A toadstool could be given a genius award for accomplishing with pinpoint precision and unerring reliability, the feat of sitting exactly where it is sitting. Nothing would prevent us from agreeing with the cognitive scientist Zenon Pylyshyn that rocks are smarter than cats because rocks have the sense to go away when you kick them.

Imperfection makes perfect

If it’s not a man that Zenon and Rice have come after, then what have they shot?

Looking for someone,” Zenon says. “Who?” “Classified.

Robert Zenon and Hampton Rice are still on her island. And for the time being, they don’t want her to know

On seeing the submerged boat, she had initially assumed that Zenon and Rice sunk it.

and his partner, Robert Zenon, is nowhere to be seen.

In an era characterized by incessant noise and constant distraction, we often find our minds pulled from one thought to another like a leaf in an October breeze. We are so preoccupied by modern living that we become totally disconnected from our ancient human roots in the natural world.

We human beings are not hive animals. We aren’t like bees or ants who just work constantly for the good of the community.

Tomorrow will arrive, come what may. The sun will rise, as it has always done, and will set in the evening when nature commands it.

The only good and evil in your life lies within you – in your choices.

Our minds are a sanctuary; a safe haven which is totally impregnable to the outside world. It is only when we allow external problems and anxieties to enter our mind that this sanctuary becomes vulnerable.

The events that may befall you tomorrow are not new or novel, and the emotions that you will experience have been felt by countless others throughout the crashing torrent of time. They survived. Why can’t you?

To the Stoics, a good life meant living in accordance with nature, both universal nature – accepting the world for what it is, not resisting it because we think it should be different – and our own nature as human beings.

-Descrigui les sivelles de les meves sabates. Per instint, vaig abaixar el cap per mirar-les. El mateix Zenon em va alçar la barbeta amb un dit. -Respongui. No vaig poder. -Des que està amb nosaltres he portat el mateix calçat. I en tot aquest temps no s'ha fixat que no tenen sivelles. A Bazoches em vaig adonar de com d'increïblement cega és la gent. En l'humà correntla mirada no passa de ser un cop d'ull ràpid i focal, que es deixa conquerir pels instints primaris: això m'agrada, això no, com els infants

The afternoon presents an intersection where the momentum that we have gained in the morning may be either sustained or lost – where we can choose to either build on the morning’s foundations and embrace our challenges, or allow the stress and frustration of the day to ruin all our hard work.

Humans are not made for sitting at a desk all day. We have been evolving for millions of years to hunt animals through dense forest and vast plains. To walk huge distances in search of water. To spend hours searching for edible fruit to bring home to our families. The sedentary lifestyle many of us lead these days is no more than a by-product of the last few centuries.

Haşhaş başlarını kesmekle Thrasybulos ile Tarquinius, gözde adamının ağzına mührünü basmakla İskender, Zenon'un önünde yürümekle Diogenes, uzun uzadıya konuşacak yerde söyleyeceklerini daha iyi anlatmış olmuyorlar mıydı? Aynı düşünceleri acaba hangi dolambaçlı sözler bu kadar iyi dile getirebilirdi? Ordusuyla birlikte İskitlerin ülkesine giren Darius'a İskit kralı bir kuş, bir kurbağa, bir fare ve beş ok gönderiyor. Elçi, armağanları bırakıp hiçbir şey söylemeden geri dönüyor. Bugün böyle bir adama deli denirdi. Elçinin bu müthiş sessiz konuşmasının anlamını kavramış olan Darius, elinden geldiğince çabuk davranıp ülkesine dönüyor. Bu göstergelerin yerine bir mektup gönderildiğini varsayın. Bu mektup ne kadar tehdit edici olursa, o kadar da az korkutacak, Darius'u güldürmekten başka bir işe yaramayan bir farfaralık olacaktı.

Marvin stood there. ‘Out of my way little robot,’ growled the tank. ‘I’m afraid,’ said Marvin, ‘that I’ve been left here to stop you.’ The probe extended again for a quick recheck. It withdrew again. ‘You? Stop me?’ roared the tank, ‘Go on!’ ‘No, really I have,’ said Marvin simply. ‘What are you armed with?’ roared the tank in disbelief. ‘Guess,’ said Marvin. The tank’s engines rumbled, its gears ground. Molecule-sized electronic relays deep in its micro-brain flipped backwards and forwards in consternation. ‘Guess?’ said the tank. ‘Yes, go on,’ said Marvin to the huge battle machine, ‘you’ll never guess.’ ‘Errrmmm …’ said the machine, vibrating with unaccustomed thought, ‘laser beams?’ Marvin shook his head solemnly. ‘No,’ muttered the machine in its deep gutteral rumble, ‘Too obvious. Anti-matter ray?’ it hazarded. ‘Far too obvious,’ admonished Marvin. ‘Yes,’ grumbled the machine, somewhat abashed, ‘Er … how about an electron ram?’ This was new to Marvin. ‘What’s that?’ he said. ‘One of these,’ said the machine with enthusiasm. From its turret emerged a sharp prong which spat a single lethal blaze of light. Behind Marvin a wall roared and collapsed as a heap of dust. The dust billowed briefly, then settled. ‘No,’ said Marvin, ‘not one of those.’ ‘Good though, isn’t it?’ ‘Very good,’ agreed Marvin. ‘I know,’ said the Frogstar battle machine, after another moment’s consideration, ‘you must have one of those new Xanthic Re-Structron Destabilized Zenon Emitters!’ 'Nice, aren’t they?’ agreed Marvin. ‘That’s what you’ve got?’ said the machine in condiderable awe. ‘No,’ said Marvin. ‘Oh,’ said the machine, disappointed, ‘then it must be …’ ‘You’re thinking along the wrong lines,’ said Marvin, ‘You’re failing to take into account something fairly basic in the relationship between men and robots.’ ‘Er, I know,’ said the battle machine, 'is it … ’ it tailed off into thought again. ‘Just think,’ urged Marvin, ‘they left me, an ordinary, menial robot, to stop you, a gigantic heavy-duty battle machine, whilst they ran off to save themselves. What do you think they would leave me with?’ ‘Oooh er,’ muttered the machine in alarm, ‘something pretty damn devastating I should expect.’ ‘Expect!’ said Marvin. ‘Oh yes, expect. I’ll tell you what they gave me to protect myself with shall I?’ ‘Yes, alright,’ said the battle machine, bracing itself. ‘Nothing,’ said Marvin. There was a dangerous pause. 'Nothing?’ roared the battle machine. ‘Nothing at all,’ intoned Marvin dismally, ‘not an electronic sausage.’ The machine heaved about with fury. ‘Well doesn’t that just take the biscuit!’ it roared, ‘Nothing, eh?’ Just don’t think, do they?’ ‘And me,’ said Marvin in a soft low voice, ‘with this terrible pain in all the diodes down my left side.’ ‘Makes you spit, doesn’t it?’ ‘Yes,’ agreed Marvin with feeling. ‘Hell that makes me angry,’ bellowed the machine, ‘think I’ll smash that wall down!’ The electron ram stabbed out another searing blaze of light and took out the wall next to the machine. ‘How do you think I feel?’ said Marvin bitterly. ‘Just ran off and left you did they?’ the Machine thundered. ‘Yes,’ said Marvin. ‘I think I’ll shoot down their bloody ceiling as well!’ raged the tank. It took out the ceiling of the bridge. ‘That’s very impressive,’ murmured Marvin. ‘You ain’t seen nothing yet,’ promised the machine, ‘I can take out this floor too, no trouble!’ It took out the floor too. ‘Hells bells!’ the machine roared as it plummeted fifteen storeys and smashed itself to bits on the ground below. ‘What a depressingly stupid machine,’ said Marvin and trudged away.

Inspiration strikes at any time-be ready

I met Jerry Fodor a number of times at conferences in the 1960s. Sometime in the mid-1960s, after a long day made longer by my talk on the Competence-Performance distinction, as we waited for the last speaker to finish, I saw Jerry writing a note which he passed across the room through a series of audience members all the way to me. Expecting a withering critique of the talk we just heard – or of my earlier talk – I opened the piece of folded paper and read “My shirt is nicer than your shirt.

We are existing in a thin sliver of light between two potentially infinite portions of darkness.

As the still dawn breaks and first light graces the horizon, we humans are presented with tremendous opportunity. We are gifted with a fresh start, a blank canvas upon which we can paint however we choose.

By meditating on our thoughts, feelings, and desires, we are encouraging a sense of self-awareness and self-mastery. We observe the whimsical and impulsive movements of our mind without getting caught up in them, and in doing so we develop a greater understanding of ourselves.

When we first wake up our minds are clear, which makes this the opportune time to direct our focus inwards, to organize our thoughts and to set our daily intentions through a few moments of meditation. Our duties and obligations have not yet begun to crowd our schedule, and the clarity of the dawn creates an open, undistracted mental space.

OSSERVAZIONE DI ZENONE L'altra coda va più veloce.

Finding the truth is hard, recognizing a lie is harder, but creating one is all too easy.

When I first saw her, I didn't truly see her for what she was, in fact I saw an illusion from what my thoughts created.

The more you think about something, the more there is to think about.

I'm not afraid to face failure, but afraid to overcome failure incorrectly

I'm not afraid to face failure; however, I dread overcoming failure incorrectly

The endless possibilities of the future may birth delusions, yet it’s often through the mist that we find the truest path.

Gustavo Solivellas dice: "Tenemos dos orejas y una boca, justamente para oír más y hablar menos" (Zenon de Citio)

games) Chapter 2: Initiative and Attack (7 games) Chapter 3: Ruy Lopez (7 games) Chapter 4: Sicilian Defence (5 games) Chapter 5: Exchange Variation against the Grünfeld (3 games) Chapter 6: Sämisch Variation against the King’s Indian (3 games) Chapter 7: Queen’s Gambit (3 games) Chapter 8: King’s Gambit (3 games) Chapter 9: Leningrad Variation against the Nimzo-Indian (2 games) Zenón Franco, Ponteareas, October 2015

-Descrigui les sivelles de les meves sabates. Per instint, vaig abaixar el cap per mirar-les. El mateix Zenon em va alçar la barbeta amb un dit. -Respongui. No vaig poder. -Des que està amb nosaltres he portat el mateix calçat. I en tot aquest temps no s'ha fixat que no tenen sivelles. A Bzoches em vaig adonar de com d'increïblement cega és la gent. En l'humà correntla mirada no passa de ser un cop d'ull ràpid i focal, que es deixa conquerir pels instints primaris: això m'agrada, això no, com els infants.

Finalmente Orso comprese cosa volesse ottenere Zenon con quell'arringa. E non poté non ammirare l'uomo che aveva affrontato le belve feroci armato di uno sgabello.

A bad experience is a learning opportunity.