Author: David Schwarm
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XL
He has outsoar’d the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again; From the contagion of the world’s slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray…
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Site Reliability Engineering: How Google Runs Production Systems by Betsy Beyer (Editor), Chris Jones (Editor), Jennifer Petoff (Editor), Niall Richard Murphy (Editor)
Site Reliability Engineering: How Google Runs Production Systems by Betsy Beyer My rating: 5 of 5 stars The Bible. This book is so good–basically creating a field and defining a set of practices that needed a lot of definition. Helpful for everyone regardless of where they are on in their path of ensure prod is…
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INGWAZ
INGWAZ, The Rune of Peace and Harmony You may feel isolated on your spiritual journey, but there is a fire of inspiration within you, supporting you to go upward and onward. Feed that noble fire by perseverance, seek answers, but escape irrelevant questions. Live only in your present.
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XXXIX
Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep, He hath awaken’d from the dream of life; ‘Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance, strike with our spirit’s knife Invulnerable nothings. We decay Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief Convulse us and consume…
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Spirituality of Imperfection quote from Kevin
We are not ‘everything,’ but neither are we ‘nothing.’ Spirituality is discovered in that space between paradox’s extremes, for there we confront our helplessness and powerlessness, our woundedness. In seeking to understand our limitations, we seek not only an easing of our pain but an understanding of what it means to hurt and what it…
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XXXVIII
Nor let us weep that our delight is fled Far from these carrion kites that scream below; He wakes or sleeps with the enduring dead; Thou canst not soar where he is sitting now. Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion…
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Long Black Veil by Jennifer Finney Boylan
The man was wearing a name tag that said NABOKOV, like the novelist.
David Given Schwarm 