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"...heaviness is in the air of russia...light things,light-hearted things do not survive,do not belong there....like fashion,like gay life..."
who said that? is it really true?
but what started out as business has quickley turned to pleasure
I think you missed my point. One of the main teachings of Buddhism is that you have to experience the moment, only when you quiet your mind and become attuned to reality moment by moment, you will appreciate it. And that road you speak of is comprised of these moments, that what makes "the wonderful journey" you speak of.
The idea that Buddhism is selfish - where did you get that from?
Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months - Oscar Wilde
people in fashion business are very prone to buddism....fits ego perfectly .... its just yo mind... there is not even god.. just u
There are no problems or conflict for Buddhists to believe in
god, they do believe in celestial beings, it's just that they are
not sufficient in freeing you from earthly suffering.
Resurrecting this fantastic thread. I find the entry from Kafka's diaries below pretty interesting - I think it explains why (some if not most) people pretend that they don't care about how they look.
But while I thought I was distinguishing myself - I had no other motive than the desire to distinguish myself and my joy in making an impression and in the impression itself - it was only as a result of giving it insufficient thought that I endured always having to go around dressed in the wretched clothes which my parents had made for me by one customer after another, longest by a tailor in Nusle. I naturally noticed - it was obvious - that I was unusually badly dressed, and even had an eye for others who were well dressed, but for years on end my mind did not succeed in recognizing in my clothes the cause of my miserable appearance. Since even at that time, more in tendency than in fact, I was on the way to underestimating myself, I was convinced that it was only on me that clothes assumed this appearance, first looking stiff as a board, then hanging in wrinkles. I did not want new clothes at all, for if I was going to look ugly in any case, I wanted at least to be comfortable and also to avoid exhibiting the ugliness of the new clothes to the world that had grown accustomed to the old ones. These always long-drawn-out refusals on the frequent occasions when my mother (who with the eyes of an adult was still able to find differences between these new clothes and the old ones) wanted to have new clothes of this sort made for me, had this effect upon me that, with my parents concurring, I had to conclude that I was not at all concerned about my appearance.
Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months - Oscar Wilde
Resurrecting this fantastic thread. I find the entry from Kafka's diaries below pretty interesting - I think it explains why (some if not most) people pretend that they don't care about how they look.
It's fantastic, but I really do wish I had the context this time...what does he mean by giving it "insufficient thought?" It almost contradicts the painful self-consciousness of the passage.
Some wise words from Lord Chesterfield:
The difference between a man of sense and a fop is that the fop values himself upon his dress; and the man of sense laughs at it, at the same time he knows he must not neglect it.
...I mean the ephemeral, the fugitive, the contingent, the half of art whose other half is the eternal and the immutable.
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