Sheldon Thomas

Even rationality is grounded in a leap of intuition.

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There is a certain social order to groups. One which demands that no one be allowed in, and one which demands that everyone be allowed in.

The door of a nightclub serves a purpose. It emotionally reinforces the outward ego which is unspokenly implied when meeting a new potential emotional influence in your life. You’ve both arrived there, what assumptions can you draw? What do you tell yourself that might not actually be free, or even real. 

There is some scope of irony in that position. Because one is no less likely to meet their romantic opposite than their true love in any place of the list of places. The street, the gates of heaven, a best friend’s lover’s birthday party, an appearance out of nowhere. It’s a thing which ultimately relies not on you, but on a will to fate. I’m acknowledgement of clarity.

We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.’ We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we’re liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.


It is commonplace that behaviour which is not motivated by instrumental considerations may yet be instrumental in securing both the general interest and the individual’s own interest. The Prussian soldiers who regarded themselves as merely on leave from death did not set out to serve their own interests, but they were on the average less likely to suffer casualties than soldiers less self-abnegating.

Veyne, P. 1976 Le pain et le cirque. Paris: Seuil.

There is something paradoxical about expressive rationality and the way it is adapted to its end: it will not produce its effect if it is too rational. A person who delights in himself and his own greatness has little thought for the impression he makes on others and will not calculate it precisely. And this the others know: they know that an authentic expression is one that disregards the onlookers and does not measure its effects. The self-important who indulge in excessive calculation do not see the spectators smiling behind their back. The spectator does not believe in a calculated expression, since real greatness delights in itself only. Only the expression that does not seek to produce an impression succeeds in making one.

Why it is really hard to remember the past & why is courtship the art of pretending

I kind of think I hate smalltalk bullshit banter.

So we’re talking in the bar, you’re pretty. I’d love to sleep with you tonight. I’d love to know you. Know those little things about you. That mole on your breastplate. The way you’re lips seem to have just the right angle for an amazing kiss.

So we begin this dance, that of bar talk. Banter, about some movie we’ve both seen. Or that little secret bar we both know about. I make it fun, in my head, because I tell myself I’m closer to sleeping with you. But you are fun, but what you’re saying right now isn’t fun.

That’s how relationships start these days right, drunk bar sex?

It’s menial. It’s bull shit. Is it emotional lying?

You there, pretty girl, what would you say if I spilled my guts to you? What if I told you why I’m not sure about my life, or what I’m doing, or what it takes to be happy. What if I told you every dark secret I’ve got, right there, in the middle of the bar.

We’ve all got them. Those things. Those dark secrets as are much a part of everyone as the awareness that flickers to life between my ears.

Was I happier in the past? I can’t remember. Looking back now, I think I was. I think that so many great things were happening in the past that aren’t happening anymore. I must’ve been happier. I had to be, right. If I’m not happy now, and I was back then, and happiness is a binary condition of 0 or 1, I’m 0 now and was 1. It has to be. There can’t exist another condition, because I can’t think of another condition, and all that exists exists in our mind.

You must be, said the cat, or you wouldn’t have come here.

On the front door of the Orfeo Hostel in Amsterdam, Netherlands.

You must be, said the cat, or you wouldn’t have come here.

On the front door of the Orfeo Hostel in Amsterdam, Netherlands.

Overthinking it.

I overthought a problem. That is, to say I did too much thinking about the solution. I observed tasks in finite, and fucked the result at the expense.

And then my laptop died. And I lost a lot. Luckily, in saving what I could I failed to get some writing. I had a bunch of drafts of blog writings. The fire in my library that spread from the candlemakers across town and my work is gone. I saved the project I’m being paid to do. Which is interesting — because somehow in the moment money influenced my memory recall.

And now I’m left staring at a blank page. Reminded how much a creation born of creativity is a thing of pride. From the soul, man.

The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant but has forgotten the gift. - Albert.

I think writing helps to return us to that balance we seek. The ability to step out of the frame, and observe life as it is. This is truly a brilliant speech.