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 MISCELLANY

EndNotes

Life is Sad

its sad how people you know become people you knew
its sad how you think you cant grow but you already grew
its sad how you can start over when your young but not old
its sad how you say were friends but you act so cold
its sad how people are here but tomorrow theyll be gone
its sad how friendships dont last forever but they last very long
its sad how people dont think and make so many mistakes
its sad how your bestfriend was someone so fake
the saddest part of all is we live like this for eternity
but the saddest part of all is this is the life to be

                                                                                      — Charlotte Davis
                                             http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-is-sad/

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I found one day in school a boy of medium size ill-treating a smaller boy. I expostulated, but he replied: 'The bigs hit me, so I hit the babies; that's fair.' In these words he epitomized the history of the human race.

                                                  — Bertrand Russell
                                                              Education and the Social Order

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 CHILD ANALYSIS

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Language and Words

As a psychiatrist, I run into a major difficulty at the outset; how can I go straight to the patients if the words at my disposal keep the patient at a distance from me?

How can one demonstrate the general human relevance and significance of the patient's condition if the words one has to use are specially designed to isolate and circumscribe the meaning of the patient's life to a particular clinical entity?

It seems extraordinary that whereas the physical and biological sciences of it-processes have generally won the day against tendencies to personalise the world of things or to read human intentions into the animal world, an authentic science of persons has hardly got started by reason of the inveterate tendency to depersonalise or reify persons.

                                                                                       — R.D. Laing
                                                                                                              The Divided Self, 1960

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