On work and society:
The best jobs should get the worst money.
On ego and opinion:
Everyone is dumb but the most dumb are yet to realize.
Contentment Or Religion
The most important thing you have. The only thing to make you content, wealthy or happy is your mind. The state of it.
The sole reason to follow a religion is fear of what may be if you don't. If religion is chosen by minds in fear then the mind is in no state to give wealth, happiness or contentment.
The sole reason to follow a religion is fear of what may be if you don't. If religion is chosen by minds in fear then the mind is in no state to give wealth, happiness or contentment.
United Diversity and Pride
There are thousands of people within a mile of me, celebrating.
Celebrating in different ways and for different reasons a day whose apparent importance is generations old.
Uniting everyone is that, within the last 100 years, when this day already had an established meaning, each and every person here, was curled up, nameless, in a womb. And in one hundred years, when this day has come and gone again and again, each and every person here will be gone.
That any one here has pride in this day passing, pride in themselves for being who they are, or contrastingly, a feeling of unworth, when all were dead before, and will be again after, is testimony indeed to the very disillusionment that has people fight over borders or ideas
Proud are we? What a strange sense, this pride. Is pride a quality? I think it should be seen by all that pride is indeed a flaw, not a quality. Where was the lack first born that drew towards it the render of pride to fill the cracks?
Celebrating in different ways and for different reasons a day whose apparent importance is generations old.
Uniting everyone is that, within the last 100 years, when this day already had an established meaning, each and every person here, was curled up, nameless, in a womb. And in one hundred years, when this day has come and gone again and again, each and every person here will be gone.
That any one here has pride in this day passing, pride in themselves for being who they are, or contrastingly, a feeling of unworth, when all were dead before, and will be again after, is testimony indeed to the very disillusionment that has people fight over borders or ideas
Proud are we? What a strange sense, this pride. Is pride a quality? I think it should be seen by all that pride is indeed a flaw, not a quality. Where was the lack first born that drew towards it the render of pride to fill the cracks?
in the forest
I'm in the forest and I'm surrounded by life, sitting on it, in it and being it also. The best at being alive though are the unseen lifeforms, the yet to be discovered, better still those which will never be discovered, what a perfect example they offer.