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An Invocation for Beginnings - Ze Frank

I’M SCARED.
I’m scared that my abilities are gone. I’m scared that I’m going to fuck this up.And I’m scared of you.
I don’t want to start, but I will.
This is an invocation for anyone who hasn’t begun, who’s stuck in a terrible place between zero and one.
Let me realize that my past failures at follow-through are no indication of my future performance.
They’re just healthy little fires that are going to warm up my ass.If my FILDI is strong,let me keep him in a velvet box until I really, really need him.If my FILDI is weak,Let me feed him oranges and not let him gorge himself on ego and arrogance.
Let me not hit up my Facebook like it’s a crack pipeKEEP THE BROWSER CLOSED.
If I catch myself wearing a too-too (too fat, too late, too old), let me shake it off like a donkey would shake off something it doesn’t like.
And when I get that feeling in my stomach you know the feeling when all of a sudden you get a ball of energy and it shoots down into your legs and up into your arms and tells you to get up and stand up and go to the refrigerator and get a cheese sandwich, that’s my cheese monster talking.
And my cheese monster will never be satisfied by cheddar, only the cheese of accomplishment.
Let me think about the people who I care about the most, and how when they fail or disappoint me…I still love them, I still give them chances,  and I still see the best in them.
Let me extend that generosity to myself.
Let me find and use metaphors to help me understand the world around me and give me the strength to get rid of them when it’s apparent they no longer work.
Let me thank the parts of me that I don’t understand or are outside of my rational control like my creativity and my courage.
And let me remember that my courage is a wild dog. It won’t just come when I call it, I have to chase it down and hold on as tight as I can.
LET ME NOT BE SO VAIN TO THINK THAT I’M THE SOLE AUTHOR OF MY VICTORIES AND A VICTIM OF MY DEFEATS.
Let me remember that the unintended meaning that people project onto what I do is neither my fault or something I can take credit for.
Perfectionism may look good in his shiny shoes but he’s a little bit of an asshole and no one invites him to their pool parties.
Let me remember that the impact of criticism is often not the intent of the critic, but when the intent is evil, that’s what the block button’s for.And when I eat my critique, let me be able to separate out the good advice from the bitter herbs.
There are few people who won’t be disarmed by a genuine smile.
A big impact on a few can be worth more than a small impact.
Let me not think of my work only as a stepping stone to something else, and if it is, let me become fascinated with the shape of the stone.
Let me take the idea that has gotten me this far and put it to bed.What I am about to do will not be that, but it will be something.
THERE IS NO NEED TO SHARPEN MY PENCILS ANYMORE. MY PENCILS ARE SHARP ENOUGH. EVEN THE DULL ONES WILL MAKE A MARK. 
Warts and all.
LET’S START THIS SHIT UP.
And god let me enjoy this. Life isn’t just a sequence of waiting for things to be done.

How to love - Thich Nhat Hanh

Often, we get crushes on others not because we truly love and understand them, but to distract ourselves from our suffering. When we learn to love and understand ourselves and have true compassion for ourselves, then we can truly love and understand another person.

Sometimes we feel empty; we feel a vacuum, a great lack of something. We don’t know the cause; it’s very vague, but that feeling of being empty inside is very strong. We expect and hope for something much better so we’ll feel less alone, less empty. The desire to understand ourselves and to understand life is a deep thirst. There’s also the deep thirst to be loved and to love. We are ready to love and be loved. It’s very natural. But because we feel empty, we try to find an object of our love. Sometimes we haven’t had the time to understand ourselves, yet we’ve already found the object of our love. When we realize that all our hopes and expectations of course can’t be fulfilled by that person, we continue to feel empty. You want to find something, but you don’t know what to search for. In everyone there’s a continuous desire and expectation; deep inside, you still expect something better to happen. That is why you check your email many times a day!

To love without knowing how to love wounds the person we love. To know how to love someone, we have to understand them. To understand, we need to listen.

When you love someone, you should have the capacity to bring relief and help him to suffer less. This is an art. If you don’t understand the roots of his suffering, you can’t help, just as a doctor can’t help heal your illness if she doesn’t know the cause. You need to understand the cause of your loved one’s suffering in order to help bring relief.

The more you understand, the more you love; the more you love, the more you understand. They are two sides of one reality. The mind of love and the mind of understanding are the same.

Often, when we say, “I love you” we focus mostly on the idea of the “I” who is doing the loving and less on the quality of the love that’s being offered. This is because we are caught by the idea of self. We think we have a self. But there is no such thing as an individual separate self. A flower is made only of non-flower elements, such as chlorophyll, sunlight, and water. If we were to remove all the non-flower elements from the flower, there would be no flower left. A flower cannot be by herself alone. A flower can only inter-be with all of us… Humans are like this too. We can’t exist by ourselves alone. We can only inter-be. I am made only of non-me elements, such as the Earth, the sun, parents, and ancestors. In a relationship, if you can see the nature of interbeing between you and the other person, you can see that his suffering is  own suffering, and your happiness is his own happiness. With this way of seeing, you speak and act differently. This in itself can relieve so much suffering.

[Public Library -Thich Nhat Hann in How to Love]

Grammatik macht frei!

Eye have a spelling chequer,
It came with my Pea Sea.
It plane lee marks four my revue
Miss Steaks I can Nazi.

Eye strike the quays and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am write oar wrong
It tells me straight a weigh.

Eye ran this poem threw it,
Your shore real glad two no.
Its vary polished in it's weigh.
My chequer tolled me sew.

A chequer is a bless thing,
It freeze yew lodes of thyme.
It helps me right all stiles of righting,
And aides me when eye rime.

Each frays come posed up on my screen
Eye trussed too bee a joule.
The chequer pours o'er every word
Two cheque sum spelling rule.

- Via the Internet

I have a dream

Now is the time to ask real questions to our existence. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of attachment and ride to the sunlit path of reason.

I have a dream that one day the Schrödinger's cat may be both dead and alive, all at the same time.

I have a dream that one day my little girl lives in a nation where the chicken can cross the road without having its motives being questioned. I dream of a utopia where all catch-22 situations can be solved by having all the things that one needs, where needs and wants are the same.

I have a dream that one day the glory of Santa Claus shall reveal itself in flesh and bones only if the moon landing wasn't fake.

I have a dream they one day the first number that can be considered 'dull' rather than 'intresting' becomes intresting because of that fact.

I have a dream that one day Mickey is a black mouse, He Man is gay and the Teletubbies grow up.

I have a dream that one day an immovable object hits and unstoppable force and the energy crisis are solved forever. I have a dream that one day the centrifugal force pushes the tea leaves to the edge of the cup instead of assembling them in the center.

I have a dream that 0.9999... one day becomes 1 and all integers positive and negative, add up to 0.

I have a dream that one day we have enough space and just as much time. I dream to travel back in time and kill myself, thus making myself immortal. I have a dream to meet master Turning in my dreams while he is dreaming of his machine.

I dream of a world where an omnipotent being creates a rock impossible for itself to lift.

I have a dream to one day gaze at Neitzsche and that Neitzsche gazes back at the infinity of stupidity.

I have a dream that one day we take the blue pill and finally realize that we are all brains in vats.

Nobody

Hello there!

I am nobody. Oh, are you nobody too? Great, we have a pair then.

How great it is to be nobody. Almost like being invisible. Devoid of all the piercing attention; unwanted, undeserved. What freedom in being nobody. Answerable to none, none to question to. Oh what joy to be detached.

How dreary to be someone; with a name, a position, a description. Always in the public eye, always associated with something, daylong.

But don't tell this yet to someone that we are no one. They will banish us!

If only

For a brief moment their eyes met. His heart skipped several beats, like the feeling you have when a nail is thurst suddenly into your heart.  He had longed for this for ever, like a thirsty traveller lost in the nonchalant wilderness of earthly pleasures. He felt quenched. Quenched of the thirst that had been starving his heart for that moment. If only he could rewrite the past and scrub away all his naivety.

The moment sure was brief, but it was long enough for making him want to stay in that moment with her forever. This time they smiled too. It seemed that both of them stared each other for those split seconds wanting to utter something.  Something regular. But then, the moment was very brief. Plus, it would have disturbed the silence. Silence of the thousands of things they wanted to tell each other. Maybe both were aware of this, atleast he was!

The moment had passed. Sweat on his brow, battered by her smile, it took him a minute or two to be back to normal.

It seemed all so well orchestrated; the soft wind and the drizzle. Everyone seemed to stay solid in their familier place. There wasn't a sound, save for the occasional flutter of the bird. Every detail in the picturesque was picked by the brilliant daylight in sepia tone, as if in a microscope. White as her passing smile, so garishly clean and sophisticated.

If only he could erase everything else and make a fresh beginning from thereon.

He swallowed his feelings, he walked away.

I - by Aldous Huxley

I wish to raise my hand. Well, I raise it. But who raises it? Who is the “I” who raises my hand? Certainly it is not exclusively the “I” who is standing here talking, the “I” who signs the checks and has a history behind him, because I do not have the faintest idea how my hand was raised. All I know is that I expressed a wish for my hand to be raised, whereupon something within myself set to work, pulled the switches of a most elaborate nervous system, and made thirty or forty muscles — some of which contract and some of which relax at the same instant — function in perfect harmony so as to produce this extremely simple gesture. And of course, when we ask ourselves, how does my heart beat? how do we breathe? how do I digest my food? — we do not have the faintest idea.

We as personalities — as what we like to think of ourselves as being — are in fact only a very small part of an immense manifestation of activity, physical and mental, of which we are simply not aware. We have some control over this inasmuch as some actions being voluntary we can say, I want this to happen, and somebody else does the work for us. But meanwhile, many actions go on without our having the slightest consciousness of them, and … these vegetative actions can be grossly interfered with by our undesirable thoughts, our fears, our greeds, our angers, and so on…

The question then arises, How are we related to this? Why is it that we think of ourselves as only this minute part of a totality far larger than we are — a totality which according to many philosophers may actually be coextensive with the total activity of the universe?

The superficial self — the self which we call ourselves, which answers to our names and which goes about its business — has a terrible habit of imagining itself to be absolute in some sense… We know in an obscure and profound way that in the depths of our being … we are identical with the divine Ground. And we wish to realize this identity. But unfortunately, owing to the ignorance in which we live — partly a cultural product, partly a biological and voluntary product — we tend to look at ourselves, at this wretched little self, as being absolute. We either worship ourselves as such, or we project some magnified image of the self in an ideal or goal which falls short of the highest ideal or goal, and proceed to worship that.

Idolatry is … the worship of a part — especially the self or projection of the self — as though it were the absolute totality. And as soon as this happens, general disaster occurs.

When we see a rose, we immediately say, rose. We do not say, I see a roundish mass of delicately shaded reds and pinks. We immediately pass from the actual experience to the concept.

We cannot help living to a very large extent in terms of concepts. We have to do so, because immediate experience is so chaotic and so immensely rich that in mere self-preservation we have to use the machinery of language to sort out what is of utility for us, what in any given context is of importance, and at the same time to try to understand—because it is only in terms of language that we can understand what is happening. We make generalizations and we go into higher and higher degrees of abstraction, which permit us to comprehend what we are up to, which we certainly would not if we did not have language. And in this way language is an immense boon, which we could not possibly do without.

But language has its limitations and its traps.

In general, we think that the pointing finger — the word — is the thing we point at… In reality, words are simply the signs of things. But many people treat things as though they were the signs and illustrations of words. When they see a thing, they immediately think of it as just being an illustration of a verbal category, which is absolutely fatal because this is not the case. And yet we cannot do without words. The whole of life is, after all, a process of walking on a tightrope. If you do not fall one way you fall the other, and each is equally bad. We cannot do without language, and yet if we take language too seriously we are in an extremely bad way. We somehow have to keep going on this knife-edge (every action of life is a knife-edge), being aware of the dangers and doing our best to keep out of them.

I Crave

I crave for your edges. I crave for the slender curves, each time I turn you and hold my heart for what you hold next.

I crave to read you, to complete you.. over and over again. Sleep no more nourishes me, it along with all its friends, is a disruption.

I crave to find a different meaning in you, each time we meet, each time I read. Oh, how you keep yourself together. I crave for your personality.

Oh how I hunger, for the suspense to rupture, for the indecision to divulge. For what your heart holds I know not.

And while I pace hungrily, through you, I wish you never cease. Exist, there, at that moment.. eternally ephemeral. I crave to live in that moment with you, basking in the sunbeam with the fleeting shades of your lashes. The sheets of your stories, drench me all.

I long to conquer you, and then the other you, and then the other.

I crave to read you.

[Informatica] ERROR | Target has more than one Transaction Control point connected to it.

While using Transaction Control transformation, we might face a issue when we encounter an error similar to this.

The Target Definition Dummy has more than one Transaction Control point connected to it....there are data flow validation errors.Parsing mapping test_mapping......parsing completed with no errors.
 ******** Mapping test_mapping is INVALID ********
The mapping validation fails and does not allow you to run the workflow.

Problem Description:
The way Transaction control transformation treats data is row by row. Hence the properties TC_CONTINUE_TRANSACTION,TC_COMMIT_BEFORE,TC_COMMIT_AFTER,TC_ROLLBACK_BEFORE,TC_ROLLBACK_AFTER.

However, in case multiple pipelines in your mapping, Informatioca fails to identify Transaction Point for other targtes. Hence resulting in data folow validation error.

Solution:
The souluion is to either remove the multiple pipelines and implement the whole logic in a single pipeline.
Or, have a Transaction Control Transformation in each pipeline. If can define the transaction point as TC_CONTINUE_TRANSACTION for other flows.

Hope this helps!

$PATH variable in Unix

One of the most important variables in Unix is the PATH variable.

Set your PATH variable to store the directories where your executables are stored. Most common executables like 'ls, pwd, cat' are stored in /bin directory.  Therefore on a normal Unix flavour,  the $PATH? will result in following output.

$echo $PATH?
/bin: /usr/bin

The PATH variable decided where the Unix system must start looking for the executables once any command is entered on the terminal. Colon: is used as a separator to separate two directories.

If you wish to run any other executable form any directory,  you must first add the directory in PATH variable.  This tells Unix where exactly it needs to look for the executable.