God made mud. God got lonesome. So God said to some of the mud, "Sit up!" "See all I've made," said God, "the hills, the sea, the sky, the stars." And I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look around. Lucky me, lucky mud. I, mud, sat up and saw what a nice job God had done. Nice going, God. Nobody but you could have done it, God! I certainly couldn't have. I feel very unimportant compared to You. The only way I can feel the least bit important is to think of all the mud that didn't even get to sit up and look around. I got so much, and most mud got so little. Thank you for the honor! Now mud lies down again and goes to sleep. What memories for mud to have! What interesting other kinds of sitting-up mud I met! I loved everything I saw! Good night. I will go to heaven now.
א חלק פון אונזער גענעראל פעטאנ'ס תפלה ביים צווייטן וועלט קריג:
Damn it Sir, I can’t fight a shadow. Without Your cooperation from a weather standpoint I am deprived of an accurate disposition of the German armies and how in hell can I be intelligent in my attack? All this probably sounds unreasonable to You, but I have lost all patience with Your chaplains who insist that this is a typical Ardennes winter, and that I must have faith.
Faith and patience be damned! You have just got to make up Your mind whose side You’re on. You must come to my assistance, so that I may dispatch the entire German Army as a birthday present to Your Prince of Peace.
Sir, I have never been an unreasonable man; I am not going to ask You for the impossible. I do not even insist on a miracle, for all I request is four days of clear weather.
Give me four clear days so that my planes can fly, so that my fighter-bombers can bomb and strafe, so that my reconnaissance may pick out targets for my magnificent artillery. Give me four days of sunshine to dry this blasted mud, so that my tanks may roll, so that ammunition and rations may be taken to my hungry, ill-equipped infantry. I need these four days to send von Rundstedt and his godless army to their Valhalla. I am sick of this unnecessary butchery of American youth, and in exchange for four days of fighting weather, I will deliver You enough Krauts to keep your bookkeepers months behind in their work. Amen”
ונבנתה העיר: ייש"כ. זייער א הארציגע און ווארעמע תפילה. נאר דער זעלבער פארשוין וועלכער האט אזוי הארציג ארויסגעברענגט זיינע געפיהלן און בקשות, איז אויך אין די זעלבע צייט געווען א וויסטער אנטיסעמיט. און ר'איז גארנישט בעסער געווען פון די דייטשע סאלדאטן און זייערע גענעראלן. ווייל ער האט געוואלט טון די זעלבע שלעכטס פאר דעם אייבישטנ'ס פאלק וואס די דייטשע מערדערס האבן געטון. איך וועל נאר ברענגען 2 קוואוטס פון איהם, ימ"ש. "The German race is such a beautiful race. It was such a pity to destroy them". "The Jews are dogs. And I will treat them like dogs"....! עפרא לפומיה. ימח שמו וזכרו. ונמח זכורו מלהזכירו... און דאס האט ער אלץ געזאגט שוין נאך די מלחמה, ווען ער האט געהערשט איבער דעם ראיאן אין דייטשלאנד וואו ס'האבן זיך געפונען די מערסטע אידישע די.פי. קעמפס. ביז דער חסיד אומות העולם דער הויכגעשעצטער גענעראל אייזנהאוער האט איהם מעביר געווען. און ער האט באקומען זיין מיאוס'ן סוף...! אנטשולדיגט אז איך האב מיך אזוי שטארק צופייערט. אבער דאס בלוט קאכט אויף ביי מיר ווען איך הער שבחים אויף די אנטיסעמיטן. איך מוז זיכער זיין א גלגול פון א איד וועלכער איז אומגעקומען דורך די נאציס.... 😂 🙄
דא האסטו: "Numbers will get you to the truth but which few will understand. Words will help you avoid truth and most will believe. The master is he who can back up one with the other."
מפוזרי, כהאב מורא דו האסט מיך נישט גוט פארשטאנען
טאמבל סאס
יעדע זאך וואס איך זאג איז אינפלוענסד פון וואס כהאב אמאל געזען, געהערט, געלייענט אדער עקספיריענסד.
דער ציטאט, בערך דאס, קומט דוכט זיך פון לילקע ציבעך. כאטש וואס ער וועט די זעלבע זאך ענטפערן אויף דעם... איך האב נאר דאס 'גענוצט' אלס ענטפער צו 'רויטע' אנשטאט צו זאגן outright אז די צוויי בעפאר זענען אייגנס.
the universe evolves. stars evolve. people evolve. everything that is alive evolves. we may be the path towards some ultimate intelligence, some ultimate life in the universe that would be virtually indistinguishable from what we call God.
ראבערט אפענהיימער, דער אנפירער פון דעם מאנהעטן פראיעקט, נאך דעם סוקסעספולען טעסט פון די אטאם באמבע:
We knew the world would not be the same. A few people laughed, a few people cried, most people were silent. I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad-Gita... "Now, I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
I have often wondered how it is that every man loves himself more than all the rest of men, but yet sets less value on his own opinions of himself than on the opinions of others.
I have often wondered how it is that every man loves himself more than all the rest of men, but yet sets less value on his own opinions of himself than on the opinions of others.
רעספעקט אבער איז אן אנדערע געדאנק, ס'איז א דזשענערעל קאנסעפט פון דרך ארץ בין אדם לחבירו. און אפילו רעספעקט דארף א מענטש זיך אליינס רעספעקטען עט ליסט אזוי שטארק ווי ער רעספעקט יענעם, און נישט ווייניגער. און חוץ פון דעם ס'איז סתם אזוי געזונט, וואס די תוצאה דערפון איז אז דורך זיך רעספעקטען פארשטייט מען ווי אזוי צו רעספעקטען א צווייטען, אזוי ווי די אליינס שרייבסט אז :
Recently, I sat down and made a list of the things I love about our twenty-first century technology:
I can work anytime, anywhere. I can check e-mail anytime. People get back to me immediately. I can access entertainment anytime. I can stay informed all the time. I can get in touch with almost anyone, anytime. I can buy almost anything, anytime. I can multitask. There’s always something to do. I never feel alone.
And then I made a list of what I hate about modern technology:
I can work anytime, anywhere. I can check e-mail anytime. People expect me to get back to them immediately. I can access entertainment anytime. I can stay informed all the time. Almost anyone can get in touch with me anytime. I can buy almost anything, anytime. I can multitask. There’s always something to do. I never feel alone
ונבנתה העיר:...The last item in both your lists. Namely, that you are never alone. Or lonely. Can be challenged. If you weren't feeling lonely, or alone, you wouldn't need all the activities enumerated above...!
War does not determine who is right - only who is left.
Most people would sooner die than think; in fact, they do so.
Do not fear to be eccentric in opinion, for every opinion now accepted was once eccentric.
Men are born ignorant, not stupid. They are made stupid by education.
The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.
One should respect public opinion insofar as is necessary to avoid starvation and keep out of prison, but anything that goes beyond this is voluntary submission to an unnecessary tyranny.
Why is propaganda so much more successful when it stirs up hatred than when it tries to stir up friendly feeling?
Patriots always talk of dying for their country and never of killing for their country.
In America everybody is of the opinion that he has no social superiors, since all men are equal, but he does not admit that he has no social inferiors, for, from the time of Jefferson onward, the doctrine that all men are equal applies only upwards, not downwards.
The infliction of cruelty with a good conscience is a delight to moralists. That is why they invented Hell.
Lorentz became, in the words of Abraham Pais, “the one father figure in Einstein’s life.” After his pleasant visit to Lorentz’s study in Leiden, he would return whenever he could find an excuse. The atmosphere of such meetings was captured by their colleague Paul Ehrenfest:
The best easy chair was carefully pushed in place next to the large work table for his esteemed guest. A cigar was given to him, and then Lorentz quietly began to formulate questions concerning Einstein’s theory of the bending of light in a gravitational field . . . As Lorentz spoke on, Einstein began to puff less frequently on his cigar, and he sat more intently in his armchair. And when Lorentz had finished, Einstein bent over the slip of paper on which Lorentz had written mathematical formulas. The cigar was out, and Einstein pensively twisted his finger in a lock of hair over his right ear. Lorentz sat smiling at an Einstein completely lost in meditation, exactly the way that a father looks at a particularly beloved son—full of confidence that the youngster will crack the nut he has given him, but eager to see how. Suddenly, Einstein’s head sat up joyfully; he had it. Still a bit of give and take, interrupting one another, a partial disagreement, very quick clarification and a complete mutual understanding, and then both men with beaming eyes skimming over the shining riches of the new theory.
