Expanding the Universe One Book at a Time

Take me, I'm yours.

Fade to Black

Silence.
Deep dark.
Fade to black.

Take home the book that speaks to you

Nothing is more powerful than an idea whose time has come.

-Victor Hugo

STRAYA

2019

First, do no harm. 

Do good and expect nothing in return. 

Keep loving the people you love no matter what. 

Cherish the good and learn from the bad, the scars are reminders that you are still alive. 

Even though the task is overwhelming, keep trying and soldier on.

Live for your dream, for what you believe in.

Live happy. Enjoy what little happiness each moment could offer. 

Go on no matter how futile it all seems. 

Give everything you have and everything you’ve got. 

If you fall, then fall you must. 

Rest. Or when comes a good day, die happy.

If

If— 

RUDYARD KIPLING

If you can keep your head when all about you   

    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

    But make allowance for their doubting too;   

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;   

    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

    And treat those two impostors just the same;   

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

    And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

    To serve your turn long after they are gone,   

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,   

    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

    If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,   

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,   

    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Carpe Diem

I felt the warmth of life’s embrace

And found the truth in her loving gaze.

Hear me Universe, I have my North Star.

So close and yet so far.

A Pope said it best

 Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see,
Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.
In ev'ry work regard the writer's end,
Since none can compass more than they intend;
And if the means be just, the conduct true,
Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due.

That Feeling

Aren't you living the dream? Or so it seems.
Because nightmare might just be waking up too early or too late.

When you lose a battle to win the war,
but lacks the fortitude to carry on.
When you bury pride while digging for solutions,
and surrender seemed the best option.

The stone they threw at you might as well be the foundation,
but it's the corner stone of someone else's mansion.
When hope springs eternal,
but the same rings true for despair.

Thirsty, someone please hand me water.
To better drown myself.

Life. Death.
Is that all you got?

Rock Bottom

Down but not out.
Bloodied but unbowed.

Rock bottom.

No way to go but up.

Almost Invictus

Grasping at straws.

Everyday is a battle.

Art is the Reflection of the Soul

Art is the reflection of the soul.
The urge to create, to make one whole.

Dr Who

Something not written in a contract but is nevertheless awarded by one contractual party to the other as an incentive is a privilege. Another wanting to be the beneficiary of the same may think they have the rights to it as well. They think wrong. Privilege is not a right. Some people will put a wrench on a good thing you are enjoying, especially if it’s one they want for themselves. That’s jealousy. Be wary. Thank your lucky stars above, silently. Be mum when good fortune comes your way to ensure they keep on coming. Look after your own interest. All the others do. And also, keep in mind the Daleks are coming after you.

Dr Who (2015)

Kicks on Fire - All Time Favorites

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2018! Wow! I'm back, baby!

Watch this space!

Magical

From this point forward, everything's a bonus!

Predictions - Spurs takes Game 7, Pacquiao prevails over Mayweather

Tomorrow the Spurs will win game 7 and Pacquiao will give Mayweather his first defeat...

Mayweather Vs Pacquiao - End Game

Floyd Mayweather is a boxing genius. A tortured soul, the fight with Pacquiao had played out in his mind many times over. He'd thought Every move and counter, every feint and attack, every run and chase and its permutations. They all led to a single outcome - a whirlwind attack, a barrage of punches coming from every angle piercing the much vaunted shoulder roll. Floyd flat on his back, knocked out cold by Pacquiao. A genius knows it's equal. And from the moment he laid eyes on him, Mayweather knew Pacquiao was his, and then some. But that was true 4 or 5 years ago. Floyd retired and evaded Pacquiao. He watched, waited and knew exactly when Pacquiao's skills had eroded. A decline which was more than his, it's time to cash in the chips - all 180 million dollar of it. But then again, Pacquiao is a once in a generation talent who might have saved his best for last. He gave in to Mayweather's every demand just to secure the much coveted fight. Floyd, for all we know, is on death row. Roach said "Floyd can't run like he used to... We'll knock out Floyd." And so on May 2, the Tazmanian devil that made Dela Hoya quit and Cotto retreat will be unleashed again to devour Mayweather once and for all. Floyd, should he reach the 12th round by some miracle, can hope for a Bradley like win. That is highly unlikely, but still. We all want the perfect storm, however. The yin and yang in reckless abandon, forces of nature colliding to destroy the balance. Pacquiao and Mayweather toe to toe - boxing's deadliest practitioners giving all they have and more. It may end with a whimper or with a bang. Either way, this is already so much more fun than the taunting game we've endured for years.

Article first published @ Boxingnews24: http://www.boxingnews24.com/2015/03/mayweather-vs-pacquiao-end-game