Robert L. Peters

30 July 2014

Killing under the cloak of war is no different than murder.

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‘Quote of the Month’ by Chaz Maviyane-Davies


27 July 2014

Peace please.

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© François Caspar, 2001


26 July 2014

Hurt people hurt people.

Also, found people find people. And, loved people love people.

(More than one lesson in all that).


21 July 2014

A life without love is like a year without summer.

—Swedish proverb


16 July 2014

DIAPER is REPAID spelled backwards.

—Marshall McLuhan 


12 July 2014

There is probably no pleasure equal to the pleasure of climbing a dangerous Alp; but it is a pleasure which is confined strictly to the people who can find pleasure in it.

—Mark Twain, A Tramp Abroad


7 July 2014

It does not matter how slowly you go, as long as you do not stop.

—Confucius


5 July 2014

Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.

—Confucius


1 July 2014

I am a battery hen. I live in a cage so small I cannot stretch my wings…

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“I am a battery hen. I live in a cage so small I cannot stretch my wings. I am forced to stand night and day on a sloping wire mesh floor that painfully cuts into my feet. The cage walls tear my feathers, forming blood blisters that never heal. The air is so full of ammonia that my lungs hurt and my eyes burn and I think I am going blind. As soon as I was born, a man grabbed me and sheared off part of my beak with a hot iron, and my little brothers were thrown into trash bags as useless alive.”

“My mind is alert and my body is sensitive and I should have been richly feathered. In nature or even a farmyard I would have had sociable, cleansing dust baths with my flock mates, a need so strong that I perform ‘vacuum’ dust bathing on the wire floor of my cage. Free, I would have ranged my ancestral jungles and fields with my mates, devouring plants, earthworms, and insects from sunrise to dusk. I would have exercised my body and expressed my nature, and I would have given, and received, pleasure as a whole being. I am only a year old, but I am already a ‘spent hen.’ Humans, I wish I were dead, and soon I will be dead. Look for pieces of my wounded flesh wherever chicken pies and soups are sold.”

― Karen Davis

(Thanks to Chaz Maviyane-Davies for the poster).


23 June 2014

I would believe only in a God that knows how to dance.

Friedrich Nietzsche, (1844-1900)


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