““We are trapped inside of this horrible machine, and the machine is bleeding to death.””
— Anonymous
“ . . . I had nothing to work with but Light and Love, and many centuries passed before even two lifestreams applied for membership - One, later became Buddha (now, Lord of the World, the Planetary Logos Gautama Buddha) and the Other, became the Cosmic Christ (Lord Maitreya, now the Planetary Buddha). The Brotherhood has grown through these ages and centuries until almost all the offices are held now by those belonging to the evolution of Earth and those who have volunteered to remain among her evolution. . ..”
— Sanat Kumara
“there have been those who have sounded the very depths of sin, who all their lives have never done an ‘ill deed’” setting the stage for a tale entirely without logic.”
“To open a whole world of new experiences…a new dimension in enjoyment where travel adventure and good fellowship are your constant companions.
To encourage clubs and rallies that provide an endless source of friendships, travel fun and personal expressions.
To lead caravans wherever the four winds blow…over twinkling boulevards, across trackless deserts…to the traveled and untraveled corners of the earth.
To play some part in promoting international goodwill and understanding among the peoples of the world through person-to-person contact.
To strive endlessly to stir the venturesome spirit that moves you to follow a rainbow to its end…and thus make your travel dreams come true.”
— Wally's Creed
“Whatsoever I’ve feared has come to life Whatsoever I’ve fought off became my life Just when everyday seemed to greet me with a smile Sunspots have faded and now I’m doing time Now I’m doing time ’Cause I fell on black days I fell on black days
Whomsoever I’ve cured, I’ve sickened now And whomsoever I’ve cradled, I’ve put you down I’m a search light soul they say But I can’t see it in the night
I’m only faking when I get it right When I get it right
’Cause I fell on black days I fell on black days
How would I know That this could be my fate? How would I know That this could be my fate? Yeah
Uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh
So what you wanted to see good Has made you blind And what you wanted to be yours Has made it mine
Don’t you lock up something That you wanted to see fly Hands are for shaking No, not tying, no, not tying
I sure don’t mind a change I sure don’t mind a change Yeah, I sure don’t mind, sure don’t mind a change I sure don’t mind a change
’Cause I fell on black days I fell on black days
How would I know That this could be my fate? How would I know That this could be my fate?
How would I know That this could be my fate? How would I know That this could be my fate?
I sure don’t mind a change”
— Chris Cornell
“At one point, Behling recalls, Jobs discussed the walls he had in mind for the offices: “He knew exactly what timber he wanted, but not just ‘I like oak’ or ‘I like maple.’ He knew it had to be quarter-cut. It had to be cut in the winter, ideally in January, to have the least amount of sap and sugar content. We were all sitting there, architects with gray hair, going, ‘Holy shit!’””
