Friday, November 6
Kairos -
Who and whence was the sculptor?
From Sikyon.
And his name?
Lysippos.
Lysippos.
And who are you?
Time who subdues all things.
Time who subdues all things.
Why do you stand on tip-toe?
I am ever running.
I am ever running.
And why you have a pair of wings on your feet?
I fly with the wind.
I fly with the wind.
And why do you hold a razor in your right hand?
As a sign to men that I am sharper than any sharp edge.
As a sign to men that I am sharper than any sharp edge.
And why does your hair hang over your face?
For him who meets me to take me by the forelock.
For him who meets me to take me by the forelock.
And why, in Heaven's name, is the back of your head bald?
Because none whom I have once raced by on my winged feet will now, though he wishes it sore, take hold of me from behind.
Because none whom I have once raced by on my winged feet will now, though he wishes it sore, take hold of me from behind.
Why did the artist fashion you?
For your sake, stranger, and he set me up in the porch as a lesson.
For your sake, stranger, and he set me up in the porch as a lesson.
Here's to the crazy one's -
The misfits.
The rebels.
The troublemakers.
The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently.
They're not fond of rules.
And they have no respect for the status quo.
You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them,
disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing you can't do is ignore them.
Because they change things.
They push the human race forward.
Maybe they have to be crazy.
While some see them as crazy ones, we see genius.
Because the people who are crazy enough to think
they can change the world, are the ones who do.
By Steve Jobs.
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