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You must be the change you wish to see in the world.
You must be the change you wish to see in the world.
He who rejects change is the architect of decay. The only human institution which rejects progress is the cemetery.
He who rejects change is the architect of decay. The only human institution which rejects progress is the cemetery.
We must become the change we want to see.
We must become the change we want to see.
Growth means change and change involves risk, stepping from the known to the unknown.
Growth means change and change involves risk, stepping from the known to the unknown.
All change is not growth, as all movement is not forward.
All change is not growth, as all movement is not forward.
The shape of our lives is defined by our insertion into institutions and systems whose interlocking power generates the "virtual read more
The shape of our lives is defined by our insertion into institutions and systems whose interlocking power generates the "virtual reality" we experience. Such 'knowledge' is so thoroughly a part of our worldview that it simply would not occur to most people to question it. Yet underneath this reality is another, subinstitutional reality in which very different responses are simply acted out. This is the reality in which everyone, until very recently, lived. -David Schwartz.
We want the facts to fit the preconceptions. When they don't, it is easier to ignore the facts than to read more
We want the facts to fit the preconceptions. When they don't, it is easier to ignore the facts than to change the preconceptions. -Jessamyn West.
People underestimate their capacity for change. There is never a right time to do a difficult thing. A leader's job read more
People underestimate their capacity for change. There is never a right time to do a difficult thing. A leader's job is to help people have vision of their potential.
Whose foot is on the treadle/That turns the burning stars/Has spun the world half way round/Since last I called/Come down, read more
Whose foot is on the treadle/That turns the burning stars/Has spun the world half way round/Since last I called/Come down, come down.
That stars that in September/Looked through the mournful rain/Now set their sight again/Upon a world half night, half light
Men of distant years have said/That much depends on change of seasons/On solstices and equinox/And they have given reasons.
I disagree./Too much turns on inadvertence/On what seems to be/An accident of hand and knee/A chance sunrise/A glance of eyes.