small satori at work

With age memories distort Changes to facts of past to suit our views of present Self preservation causes distortion No one preserves a self from past, So, all our memories are always distorted We age with these distortions All memory is distorted so that we create a new reality. Truth is only Now.

In its carefully selected reasoning, In its need to build its identity, it creates a world to live in. In its failure, it remains mortal, In trying to achieve peace within its failing, it immortalizes the human limitation of thanklessness.

great is the gratitude  towards those who sustaining unwanted engagement, towards those who avoid speech and meaningless banter, to be rejected by people instead of having to reject.

"This is an analogy of what often happens in life." We have experiences when the light of day vanishes, leaving us in some dark and desolate midnight - moments when our highest hopes are turned into shambles of despair or when we are the victims of some tragic injustice and some terrible exploitation. During such moments our spirits are almost overcome by gloom and despair, and we feel that there is no light anywhere. But ever and again, we look toward the east and discover that there is another light which shines even in the darkness, and "the spear of frustration" is transformed "into a shaft of light."  This would be an unbearable world were God to have only a single light, but we may be consoled that God has two lights: a light to guide us in the brightness of the day when hopes are fulfilled and circumstances are favorable, and a light that guides us in the darkness of the midnight when we are thwarted and the slumbering giants of gloom and h...

let's fly, because you are capable of it yes, but can we? of course you can, let's fly we don't have wings you do, i will hold, let's fly we are scared let's fly, you can hold on and if you fall, i will hold our people don't want us to i can't give up because you do every moment i see the star speck in your soil you insist on seeing just your face in the mirror crawling in your mental cage, hurting your wings, even as you continue decay as a worm, i refuse to give up appealing to your real self!

a centralized power loves centralized response aggregation of cases against centralization feeds pride of centralization

Several recent posts on Social media about people sending strangers their favourite book and then receiving 30+ books in return! got me thinking...why would i want to send some stranger my favourite book? i have always taken trouble to know what people like and only gift them books that they like. and, do i really want 30+ books in return just because i decide to gift someone a book? i don't think so. i have had no expectations when i gift someone a book or for that matter anything, except the joy of gifting them something they like. but, strange are the ways of global commerce. stranger the ways of gullible victims.