Sensing serves with a good will, or not at all. As other inferior functions, it has only a rudimentary awareness of context, amount or degree. Thus INTJs sweat the details or, at times, omit them. “I’ve made up my mind, don’t confuse me with the facts” could well have been said by an INTJ on a mission. Sensing’s extraverted attitude is evident in this type’s bent to savor sensations rather than to merely categorize them. Indiscretions of indulgence are likely an expression of the unconscious vengeance of the inferior.
I’m not sure about what the last sentence means (not that I deny having an inferiority complex), but other than that, it’s pretty much it :3
Today, I fell even more in love with my boyfriend.
After having a terrible day, he brought me ice cream and said, “You are so beautiful. Especially with mascara running down your face.”
I know that he meant it.
Danny, our love growing each and every day GMH.
Anybody who can be a good pretender, a hypocrite, will become your leader politically, will become your priest religiously. All that he needs is hypocrisy, all that he needs is cunningness, all that he needs is a facade to hide behind. Your politicians live double lives, your priests live double lives—one from the front door, the other from the back door. And the back-door life is their real life. Those front-door smiles are just false, those faces looking so innocent are just cultivated. If you want to see the reality of the politician you will have to see him from his back door. There he is in his nudity, as he is, and so is the priest. These two kinds of cunning people have dominated humanity. And they found out very early on that if you want to dominate humanity, make it weak, make it feel guilty, make it feel unworthy. Destroy its dignity, take all glory away from it, humiliate it. And they have found such subtle ways of humiliation that they don’t come in the picture at all; they leave it to you to humiliate yourself, to destroy yourself. They have taught you a kind of slow suicide.
Osho The White Lotus Chapter 10
Commentary: Do you recognize this man? All but the most innocent and sincere of us have a politician lurking somewhere in our minds. In fact, the mind is political. Its very nature is to plan and scheme and try to manipulate situations and people so that it can get what it wants. Here, the mind is represented by the snake, covered with clouds and “speaking with a forked tongue”. But the important thing to realize about this card is that both faces are false. The sweet, innocent, “trust me” face is a mask, and the evil, toxic, “I’ll have my way with you” face is a mask, too. Politicians don’t have real faces. The whole game is a lie. Take a good look at yourself to see if you have been playing this game. What you see might be painful, but not as painful as continuing to play. It doesn’t serve anybody’s interest in the end, least of all yours. Whatever you might achieve in this way will just turn to dust in your hands.
Oh, sure I know the “politician” within my mind. Did you recognize yours, yet?
I was born blind.
Many people would just be my friend for a few years and leave. Except one boy. He stayed with me since kindergarten, despite my disabilities.
Last year, I got surgery so I could regain my sight.
The first thing that I saw when I woke up was the one boy, on his one knee, asking for my hand in marriage.
après des choses glorieuses mais impossibles.
N’attendons pas, dans une molle apathie,
qu’il nous pousse des ailes d’ange.
Ne dédaignons pas d’être humbles chandelles,
car chacun ne peut être une étoile,
mais éclaircissons l’obscurité,
en brillant là où nous sommes.
L’humble lumignon est nécessaire
aussi bien que le superbe soleil,
et l’acte le plus simple est ennobli
lorsqu’il est dignement accompli.
Nous pouvons ne jamais être appelés
à éclairer de lointains lieux assombris.
Donc remplissons notre mission,
en brillant simplement là où nous sommes.” —Max Hendel