Eupraxsophy

Secular humanist, freethinker, progressive, and bibliophile. I love living life, learning things, and meeting people.

The hen is the wisest of all the animal creation, because she never cackles until the egg is laid.

Abraham Lincoln 

Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle

Ian Maclaren (commonly misattributed to Plato or Philo). 

Every morning upon awakening, I experience a supreme pleasure: that of being Salvador Dalí, and I ask myself, wonderstruck, what prodigious thing will he do today, this Salvador Dalí.

Salvador Dalí

One of the worst feelings in the world is loneliness. Sitting in the dark by yourself in the wee hours of the night gently crying. Nobody knows what’s going on with you. How could anybody realize what’s happening? Everybody you know is resting peacefully in their bed awaiting the new day tomorrow. But for you, there’s no difference in the days. They pass monotonously. And before you know it, it’s all gone.

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One of the great insights of second wave feminisms was the recognition that “the personal is political” – a phrase first coined by Carol Hanisch in 1971. We meant by this that all our small, personal, day-to-day activities had political meaning, whether intended or not. Aspects of our lives that had previously been seen as purely “personal” — housework, sex, relationships with sons and fathers, mothers, sisters and lovers – were shaped by, and influential upon, their broader social context. “The slogan…meant, for example, that when a woman is forced to have sex with her husband it is a political act because it reflects the power dynamics in the relationship: wives are property to which husbands have full access” (Rowland: 1984, p. 5). A feminist understanding of “politics” meant challenging the male definition of the political as something external (to do with governments, laws, banner-waving, and protest marches) towards an understanding of politics as central to our very beings, affecting our thoughts, emotions, and the apparently trivial everyday choices we make about how we live. Feminism meant treating what had been perceived as merely “personal” issues as political concerns.

Celia Kitzinger (1993), Depoliticising the Personal: A Feminist Slogan in Feminist Therapy.

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One of the great insights of second wave feminisms was the recognition that “the personal is political” – a phrase first coined by Carol Hanisch in 1971. We meant by this that all our small, personal, day-to-day activities had political meaning, whether intended or not. Aspects of our lives that had previously been seen as purely “personal” — housework, sex, relationships with sons and fathers, mothers, sisters and lovers – were shaped by, and influential upon, their broader social context. “The slogan…meant, for example, that when a woman is forced to have sex with her husband it is a political act because it reflects the power dynamics in the relationship: wives are property to which husbands have full access” (Rowland: 1984, p. 5). A feminist understanding of “politics” meant challenging the male definition of the political as something external (to do with governments, laws, banner-waving, and protest marches) towards an understanding of politics as central to our very beings, affecting our thoughts, emotions, and the apparently trivial everyday choices we make about how we live. Feminism meant treating what had been perceived as merely “personal” issues as political concerns.

Celia Kitzinger (1993), Depoliticising the Personal: A Feminist Slogan in Feminist Therapy.

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‎Of all the means which wisdom acquires to ensure happiness throughout the whole of life, by far the most important is friendship.

 Epicurus 

A novel worth reading is an education of the heart. It enlarges your sense of human possibility, of what human nature is, of what happens in the world. It’s a creator of inwardness.

Susan Sontag (via aruariandance)

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The simple things come back to us. They rest for a moment by our ribcages then suddenly reach in and twist our hearts a notch backward.

Colum Mccann, Let The Great World Spin (via irishsaints)

When a dead body is rotting, it does not diminish; it swells. Ignorance of this elementary truth is at the back of nearly all our political blindness. When we speak of a decaying people or a dying institution, we always have somehow the notion of their dwindling; of sparser and sparser tribes gathering on their mountains, of meaner and meaner buildings arising in their skies. But it is not so that social bodies really rot. They rot like physical bodies, being horribly distended from within by revolting gases demanding egress. Institutions, like corpses, grow larger and larger as they grow more and more shapeless. A dying monarchy is always one that has too much power, not too little; a dying religion always interferes more than it ought, not less. Our own country is really in this state of swollen decay, and the test of it is this: that every function of the State has grown more formless and more vast. Every power, public and private, has been stretched long past all sane definition and we live under a government of entangled exaggerations. It is a government that has all the practical effects of anarchy. Indeed, it is something worse than chaos; a warring polytheism. It is a conflict of incalculable autocracies, under any of which at the moment we may fall.

G.K. Chesterton, Daily News, March 11th, 1911.

Some things never change. 

Writing is the only profession where no one considers you ridiculous if you earn no money.

Jules Renard

I would say the same of any of the fine arts for that matter. 

Women routinely have to spend more money, and more time, to make ourselves visually presentable and fit society’s basic expectations of grooming… And of course, women get caught in a very nasty double bind with all this. If we aren’t successful at fitting society’s beauty standards, we’re dismissed as ugly and boring; if we do manage to meet society’s beauty standards, we get dismissed as dumb, shallow bimbos. We’re valued for our looks, encouraged and indeed pressured to make ourselves beautiful and ornamental… and are then derided as shallow and vain for doing so.

Fashion Friday: Menswear, and Some Thoughts About Gender Roles | Greta Christina’s Blog (via sexisnottheenemy)

It reminds me of how a woman is expected never to acknowledge her own beauty. We sort of expect, if not desire, that they doubt their attractiveness. If not, they’re regarded as shallow or stuck-up.

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The intellectual thing I should want to say to them is this: When you are studying any matter, or considering any philosophy, ask yourself only what are the facts and what is the truth that the facts bear out. Never let yourself be diverted either by what you wish to believe, or by what you think would have beneficent social effects if it were believed. But look only, and solely, at what are the facts. That is the intellectual thing that I should wish to say.

The moral thing I should wish to say to them is very simple: I should say, love is wise, hatred is foolish. In this world which is getting more and more closely interconnected, we have to learn to tolerate each other, we have to learn to put up with the fact that some people say things that we don’t like. We can only live together in that way — and if we are to live together and not die together, we must learn a kind of charity and a kind of tolerance, which is absolutely vital to the continuation of human life on this planet.

Bertrand Russell (via nec-plus-ultra)

An admirable and vital endeavor, but difficult to apply. Hence, it requires constant practice and willpower. 

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The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.

Anais Nin 

‎Until my dying day I will look back with pride that I found the courage to come face to face in battle against the specter, which for time immemorial, has been injecting poison into me and into men of my nature. Many have been driven to suicide because all their happiness in life was tainted. Indeed, I am proud that I found the courage to deal the initial blow to the hydra of public contempt.

Karl Heinrich Ulrichs, a 19th century German writer and jurist who is perhaps the first gay man to “come out” and speak publicly in support for LGBT rights.

I particularly enjoy how he characterized intolerance and oppression as a hydra, against which he struck but the first blow. Like his contemporaries today, Ulrichs had no delusions about this fight needing to be continued by many others for generations.