All stick and no carrot, since ought-three.
`Moral certainty is always a sign of cultural inferiority. The more uncivilized the man, the surer he is that he knows precisely what is right and what is wrong. All human progress, even in morals, has been the work of men who have doubted the current moral values, not of men who have whooped them up and tried to enforce them. The truly civilized man is always skeptical and tolerant, in this field as in all others. His culture is based on ``I am not too sure''.' -- H. L. Mencken.
古台搖落後，秋入望鄉心。 野寺來人少，雲峰隔水深。 夕陽依舊壘，寒磬滿空林。 惆悵南朝事，長江獨自今。
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Sat, 17 Jan 2004
Holy shit. I have just seen the dilemma that has occupied my mind for the past two years—which started as a nagging doubt once I left college, only to grow like a fast-spreading fungus to become my daily angst—what I thought was my own personal, bizarre hell—described on paper, in lucid and exacting detail.
Hackers and Painters by Paul Graham.
Every single sentence in this essay is like the tolling of some great Bell of Truth in my head.
Identity crisis: resolving, slowly.
In the Spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours. -- Mark Twain, on New England weather