past, present and/or future. the common denominator is hate. thats a fact. but where do we draw the line? how much is enough? at what particular magnitude or degree of hate do we want to look at? is one magnitude better or worse than the other? is one more acceptable than the other?
regardless of its magnitud hate is hate. we all know what hate is. we dont need to be explained or told what constitutes hate because we all, or most of us, have felt it.

hate is the same thing for everybody. i am aware of the atrocities of hate. i want it to disappear. but how is this to hapen if there is hate in me? regardless of its magnitude, it is in me. i am that vice.

how is the world to be free of hate when i am not free of hate? is it possible for compassion and love to come out of hate? does light come out of darkness? does ignorance breed intelligence?

can we look at hate? can we study it? learn it? understand it? i think so. the world will be a better place if i can understand hate in me. i wont cure the world unless i cure myself first.

interesting to see the self holding on to things. naming things. thinking it is sparate from the thought. seeking for explanations. enlightment. the silly I who wants to find security when it is the silly I which creates that insecurity it wants to cover. like a dog chasing its own tail. thats its nature.

let it do its thing but know the self is not everything. the self seems to me like a natural process. the self is like a wave that occurs in the ocean. rises up with strenght, with action, movement. its own nature is that: movement, strenght, chaos.

there is love and truth but not in the self. the self will never know love. the serenity of the great ocean is not in the wave. there cannot be calm and serenity in the wave. and to see love one must be able to see the self doing its own thing in its own nature. when you see the wave doing its thing, the great ocean has taken you into its vast calm, into its vas awareness. it takes you. you dont go to it.

and yet, both the wave and ocean are the same thing. they are.

about me: You're curious about foreign matters on a local and global level. Your friends are impressed. Your coworkers want to know how you find the time to read about these matters. You just want to know more

que rico es ser. y mas rico cuando sabes. que rico el momento sin conflictos. y que triste que cuando lo quieres poner en palabras destruyes lo bonito.

so you may not want, say, solitron after its record of compundin earnings is already established. what you want is the company which is about to do ahtat over the next couple of years.

and to do that, you not only have to know that the company is doing something right, but what it is doing right, and why these earnings are compounding. earnings do not grow automatically, even when business is good and markets are increasing.

any company whose earnings are growing consistently -or more importantly, are likely to grow consistently -has something unique about it. the competition can read these earning records too, adn fat earnings records are an invitation to come in and sample the cream.

so a company that has something unique about it has something the competition cannot latch on to right away. whatever it is that is unique is a glass wall around those profit margins.

lots of people make copiers but only xerox makes copiers that can copy on any kind of paper. xerographyu has a ring of 500-odd patents woven around it, and there are plenty of executives with a bruning or a dennison copier who hand something to a secretary and say, here, xerox this. xerox has become a verb and it dominates the field. when other people can xerox as well as xerox, xerox had better be ready to pull the next wonder from its labs.

what is unique is always the same thing: it is people, the brains and talents of people. sometimes these people produce patents, sometimes they produce a reputation for service, but always they produce something that cannot be easily duplicated by anyone else. in avon, for exampole, waht cannot be easily duplicated is its army of women selling avon cosmetics door to door.

sweet are the uses of diversity but only if you want to end in the middle of an average

not for widows and orphans, this red-button approach, i suppose, but thsi is a recital of a bias, not a handbook, and i am neither widow nor orphan.

In the long run you cant be worng. Well, as Keynes once remarked, "in the long run we are all dead", and as the line in the ballad says, everything is born to die.


if you know that hte stock doesn't know you own it, you are ahead of the game. You are ahead because you can cahnge your mind and your actions without regard to what you did or thought yesterday; you can, as Mister Johnson said, start out with no preconceived notions. Every day is a new day, providing, in the Game, a new set of continuously measurable options.

being in the right place at the right time is a good thing in the game.

did you ever stop to think what a million dollars is? a million dollars is five thousand shares of polaroid at two hundred dollars a share, thats all it is. A million dollars, a million dollars.

harry wanted to live big or small, but not in the middle.

what is the difference, harry said, whether you have twenty thousand dollars or sixty thousand? you can buy a few more things, but its not enough to buy freedom, not enough to change your life. youre either a wage salve or you're not. you have to go for quantum jumps. why are we on wall street? to make money. if you pick a stock that triples you're doing as well as anyone ever does. and if you start with then thousand dollars, ath end of a briliant record you've got thirty thousand--big deal. what have you spent your life doing! there are a lot of people here conning themselveswith little capital gains -ten thousand dollars here, twenty thousand there-feeling very wise and smug about it. one day they'll wake up and be fifty yers old, with a hundred and twenty thousand in stocks, and thats all they'll have for their life; thats who they are.

Time is getting shorter , Harry said, I'll be forty soon. you have to do what youre going to do. all professionals use leverage. you have to, or you end up just another face in the crowd, somebody who worked on the street thirty years and saw a lot of markes and retired with a hundred and twenty thousand dollars. thats no reason to be on the street.

harry was left staring at his latest reort,which said that some day 90 percent of all the homes in america would have color tv, but people NO LONGER CARE about that because the kids are still in poublic schoool and the old lady is still in the maid's room and the prices at the prices at the nursing home are going up all the time.

no me interesa escribirle a nadie. ni que nadie me escuche. como para que me serviria tal cosa?

le has dado a alquien algo para que te digan que es? y despues, cuando ya tienes respuesta, cuando un imbecil igual que yo me dijo que es, ya. ya se que es. y eso es. con sus efectos, consequencias buenas y/o malas.

y de tanto preguntar, a tanta gente, llegas al punto donde estas todo confundido. ya no sabes si vas o vienes. o si estas. muchomenos sabes de que se trata esto a lo que se le llama "vida".

y entre tanta confucion corres a soluciones. le pides a dios que te ayude. ya no mas penas, ya no mas frustracion --le imploras a dios, a quien tambien te lo pusieron en la cabeza.

y despues, de regarla una y otra vez, como que te das cuenta de "algo" que siempre ha estado ahi y nunca le has echo caso. o tal vez si le has echo caso. ese algo es como un vacio que te duele -es un dolor de querer y no tener. y lo tratas de llenar con mil y unas cosas. buscas el amor para llenar ese vacio. amigos. y tantas otras cosas. pero esta busqueda complica mas las cosas. porque entre mas le echas, el vacio sigue ahi. y sigues corriendo.

y ese vacio es uno mismo, que se muere por ser. porque lo dejes ser. es ese tu que ya esta harto de que los demas vivan por el. y aun sabiendo esto te falta el valor. no tienes valor para ser tu con tu forma de ver, pensar, preguntar. o tal vez es otra tonteria como las que se me ocurren.

se me ocurre que la vida, o mi vida con migo, es como una figura de alambron. como aquellas que los herreros hacen. y la forma de esta es a lo que llamamos problemas. la vida son puros problemas. entonces podria la figura cambiarse a si misma? pero de donde y como nace este "problema"? porque es un problema? porque te lastima? por que no te gusta?

en cada persona hay algo que no le gusta de su persona. unos estan gordos. otros estan solos. otros son unos fracasados. y asi....hasta el ultimo. y vivimos dia a dia tratando de "organizar" nuestras vidas: todos lo hacemos, viejo o mas o menos joven. y el viejo que ya esta por morir aun sigue tratando de organizar su vida.....y nunca lo logra.

y se nos va la vida tratando de organizarla.