volition

We write or we are written upon. The whole of our lives is the clumsy attempt to wield the pen with grace.

I was investing more and more of myself into an outcome I couldn__ predict and would very likely be disappointed by. But for me there was no other option.

Constant love despite almost impossible anti-clamix towards this place of the rising sun...

No one wants to suffer. But that is the fate of each. And some suffer more. Not necessarily of their own volition. It's not about to enduring the suffering. It's about how you endure it.

Power, of course. The primitive fear of being controlled. It does not matter whether it is an invasion from outer space or power wielded from a subterranean command post: some alien force is about to take control on us, to dominate - and, if necessary in the process, to terminate our existence. We never stop to think - or, at best, a secondary consideration is whether such a force might be for the good, that humanity might indeed be improved by such a takeover. Volition, to which we desperately cling, is the very definition of our mature completion as social beings.

Marriage is the harmony of God synchronizing two wills with the will of the Father.

If someone suffers enough pain and abuse, his volitional capacities will diminish to nothing.

In the second place, however, history is made in such a way that the final result always arises from conflicts between many individual wills, of which each in turn has been made what it is by a host of particular conditions of life. Thus there are innumerable intersecting forces, an infinite series of parallelograms of forces which give rise to one resultant _ the historical event. This may again itself be viewed as the product of a power which works as a whole unconsciously and without volition. For what each individual wills is obstructed by everyone else, and what emerges is something that no one willed. Thus history has proceeded hitherto in the manner of a natural process and is essentially subject to the same laws of motion. But from the fact that the wills of individuals _ each of whom desires what he is impelled to by his physical constitution and external, in the last resort economic, circumstances (either his own personal circumstances or those of society in general) _ do not attain what they want, but are merged into an aggregate mean, a common resultant, it must not be concluded that they are equal to zero. On the contrary, each contributes to the resultant and is to this extent included in it.

Congress shall make no law abridging the freedom of production and trade...

The Practising Manager__ Growth Mantra-Growth in an enterprise is created through remarkable achievements, not incremental achievements like efficiency or effectiveness.-Remarkable achievements are possible only in complexity.-Only volitional engagement can work in complexity. Luckily, there is no certainty in complexity. Hence, motivational engagement cannot work.-People who make choices based on the purpose can only be volitionally engaged__hey are the growth managers, the leaders.

All that ye potentially possess can_be manifested only as a result of your own volition.__ahá____láh

I knew that she couldn__ hear me if she was there. But the sound was enough to grab me, to hold me to hope, and with desperation that I__ never known before I knew that I must find my way back to her.

All I knew was that I couldn't have him right now. It was impossible. Could I have him in a year? Two years? Five years? Ten years? I didn't know. All I knew was that although the universe was pushing us together, it was also pushing us apart.

_''I froze. Like an idiot I froze. He was staring right at me. (...) He wore an innocent and mesmerizing smile directed right at me. I did my best to ignore it but having a gorgeously naked man staring at me like I was the only girl in the world was impossible to brush off.

I have a choice. That__ why I__ still here.

«I am tired,» he said. «I did a lot today. That is, I did something. The only thing I have ever done. I pressed a button. It took the entire will power, the accumulated strength of my entire existence, to press one damned OFF button.»«You have lived well,» the Alien said.

So, how is it that you don__ have a girlfriend?_ I asked boldly.Joel shrugged.__ave you ever had a girlfriend?_ There was no way that he__ never had a girlfriend.He shrugged again.__ou__e not serious.___ou__e surprised?_____ sorry, do you own a mirror?__oel laughed in that I__l-never-understand-women kind of way. ____e never wanted one,_ he admitted, though it seemed that there was more to it.__hat? A mirror? Or a girlfriend?__e laughed again, even harder this time. __ girlfriend.___re you gay?_ He smiled. __o, I__ not gay.___h._ I blushed. Why was I being so nosy all of a sudden?

This is one of man's oldest riddles. How can the independence of human volition be harmonized with the fact that we are integral parts of a universe which is subject to the rigid order of nature's laws?