Sentences with phrase «enough about human life»

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Anthropology and Spanish are exotic enough for laughter, but at least government (if it is American Government) will require them to think about their own lives as allegedly self - governing human beings.

Believe it or not, a true Muslim (the one who surrenders to the Will of his Creator) would rather die but not to keep silent about the disrespect of God's Words which take place at a country that had enough of disrespect to human life for more than a decade of aggression and atrocities.

Think about it: The earth, at 25,000 miles «round the equator, is just barely big enough to contain all life... and perhaps... It IS N'T big enough to contain the (self - over-populated) species «H.Sapiens.Sapient», («Human - Kind»)... also known as «H.Sapiens.Egotisticae», (aka, «Egotistical Man»)!!

She doesn't have the least interest in our god - given human hunger for meaning and transcendent values all Mother Nature cares about is the survival of the species which requires getting the DNA from one generation to the next and providing for the young until they are self - sufficient enough to sustain their own lives and we are the venue.

While the debates rage on about whether Noah is biblical enough, Heaven is For Real true enough, and God is Not Dead profitable enough, Philomena delivers a quiet, understated, and powerful portrayal of the actual human experience, where clear - cut lines between good and evil, heroes and villains, right and wrong might be good «story-wise» but don't reflect the reality most people of faith actually live in.

But it is enough I am not going to take it anymore, I don't want a person in my life who doesn't care about my feelings and human needs.

«Second, it means we can start to think about clinical diagnostics since a living animal or human can not hold still enough to obtain good quality images at low scan speeds.»

Health improvement (allowing to post - pone / escape the diseases and thus live, healthier / disease - free longer, but not above human MLSP of around 122 years; thus these therapies do not affect epigenetic aging whatsoever, they are degenerative aging problems not regular healthy aging problem (except OncoSENS - only when you Already Have Cancer - which cancer increases epigenetic aging, but cancer removal thus does not change anything / makes no difference about what happens in the other cells / about what happens in the normal epigenetic «aging» course in Normal non-cancerous healthy cells) Although there is not such thing as «healthy aging» all aging in «unhealthy» (as seen from elders who are «healthy enough» who show much damage), it's just «tolerable / liveable» enough (in terms of damage accumulating) that it does not affect their quality of life (enough yet), that is «healthy aging»: ApoptoSENS - Clearing Senescent Cells (this will have great impact to reduce diseases, the largest one, since it's all inflammation fueled by the inflammation secretory phenotype (SASP) of these senescent cells) AmyloSENS - Dissolving the Plaques (this will allow humans to evade Alzheimer's, Parkinsons and general brain degenerescence, allowing quite a boost; making people much more easily reach the big 100 - since the brain is causal to how long we live; keeping brain amyloid - free and keeping our memories / neuron sharp / means longer LongTerm Potentiation - means longer brain function means longer heavy brain mass (gray matter / white matter retention seen in «sharp - witted» Centenarians who show are younger brain for their age), and both are correlated to MLSP).

The story is a muted Pinocchio with the doll wandering the streets and learning about human life (including getting a job at a video store, which seems natural enough).

Well, in crass economic terms, your years in the workforce are all about building up enough financial capital so that one day you can live without the income of your human capital, and so if you think about that process, building up savings so that one day you no longer need a paycheck.

Sail with this pioneer of stingray city and learn about what life has been and is currently like in Cayman — enjoy meeting the stingray with the man who was the First to train them to feed from the hand of humans - yes back in the 1980's they fed on the scraps left by the local fisherman whilst cleaning their daily catch - but they are very shy animals and it took Captain Crosby 6 months to get them trusting enough to feed from his hand - a feat which has lead to a very important business for the whole island.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,

Early in 1940 we managed to find a small house and for the next three years... I was not able to carve at all... the only sculptures I carried out were some small plaster maquettes for the second «sculpture with colour», and it was not until 1943, when we moved to another house, that I was able to carve this idea... In St Ives I was fortunate enough to have constant contact with artists and writers and craftsmen who lived there, Ben Nicholson my husband, Naum Gabo, Bernard Leach, Adrian Stokes, and there was a steady stream of visitors from London who came for a few days rest, and who contributed in a great measure to the important exchange of ideas and stimulus to creative activity... It was during this time that I gradually discovered the remarkable pagan landscape which lies between St Ives, Penzance and Land's End; a landscape which still has a very deep effect on me, developing all my ideas about the relationship of the human figure in landscape - sculpture in landscape and the essential quality of light in relation to sculpture which induced a new way of piercing the forms to contain colour... The sea, a flat diminishing plane, held within itself the capacity to radiate an infinitude of blues, greys, greens and even pinks of strange hues; the lighthouse and its strange rocky island was an eye; the Island of St Ives an arm, a hand, a face... I used colour and strings in many of the carvings of this time.

It is arrogant to think that we humans know enough about the role various species play in the web of life to assume it's OK to lose a few of the working parts.

The End of Nature (1989) The Age of Missing Information (1992) Hope, Human and Wild: True Stories of Living Lightly on the Earth (1995) Maybe One: A Personal and Environmental Argument for Single Child Families (1998) Hundred Dollar Holiday: The Case for a More Joyous Christmas (1998) Long Distance: Testing the Limits of Body and Spirit in a Year of Living Strenuously (2001) Enough: Staying Human in an Engineered Age (2003) Wandering Home: A Long Walk Across America's Most Hopeful Landscape (2005) The Comforting Whirlwind: God, Job, and the Scale of Creation (2005) Deep Economy: The Wealth of Communities and the Durable Future (2007) Fight Global Warming Now: The Handbook for Taking Action in Your Community (2007) The Bill McKibben Reader: Pieces from an Active Life (2008) American Earth: Environmental Writing Since Thoreau (edited)(2008) Eaarth: Making a Life on a Tough New Planet (2010) The Global Warming Reader: A Century of Writing About Climate Change (2011) Oil and Honey: The Education of an Unlikely Activist (2013)

Documentaries and art projects are spreading the word about how human lives are affected by the manufacturing of electronics and e-waste, but the little bit of progress isn't enough.

If this relationship is healthy and sound, and provides a good enough foundation for a fragile child to stand, meaning that s / he learns about the basics of human relationships and how to live in them — how to be supported and safe at the same time feeling recognized and loved — then the world becomes a better place to live.