When aggression becomes the weight behind the hand which wields the sword of the tongue and when debate has become extinct to be replaced by cowardly screams or a vast, cold, slow and dignified silence, the change you seek shall flourish; but just beyond that horizon.
“…those falsehoods being society’s conditioning of humans to be polite and to pay taxes and to follow certain laws and customs, how we view our interdependencies with our physical environment, along with our political and social assimilations.”
So the people who define “sanity” are the most introverted and insane of the bunch- insane because they think that their town is secure
What is the beginning? Where is that end? Who seeks a question? How tell an answer. When middle is, “middle,” “now, middle,” is middle, now!
You would think that to love the Lord, God, our creator, would be inherent,… a, “given,” … just an understood fact of life! Who wouldn’t love the one who created everything? That’s easy! … Right? Ahh,…but many do not believe they were created. They do not believe that there is a being to express gratitude towards! They do not believe in God. They believe that randomness and luck are the primordial conditions which have initially catalyzed life!
If randomness and luck were the beginning, (the only, two ingredients which formed the zygote of all of which has ever been,) how is it not random and lucky that there is a God, who, himself, was created by that randomness and luck, thereafter, such God created order and predictability, … the world?
“The great problem of Humanity is wrought out in the humblest abodes; no more than this is done in the highest.
A human heart throbs beneath the beggar’s gabardine; and that and no more stirs with its beating the Prince’s mantle.
The beauty of Love, the charm of friendship, the sacredness of Sorrow, the heroism of Patience, the noble Self-sacrifice, these and their like, alone, make life to be life indeed, and are its grandeur and its power.
They are the priceless treasures and glory of humanity; and they are not things of condition. All places and all scenes are alike clothed with the grandeur and charm of virtues such as these.”
The nerves are out on the fringe. When you’re living out there, On them, You seemingly transcend To the Other Side. And while out on the fringe, Lost Is the coronation Deep within, Which has collected And self-learns to evolve Every second of every day, Therefore melting Seamlessly into one moment, Instead of days, Or hours or weeks. But the fly Who’s lifespan is but three days Would not see life in this way. The fly has not enough time To conceptualize As we humans Contrive. Still, in three days time, A fly lives a full, natural life. You ever wonder if a fly ever gets bored? You ever hear someone say, “If I was a fly,…” ?
In three days time, They would not conceptualize, “Time flies.” For flies, The prize lies In the spark of the dog’s eye, when he hears His food hit the bowl, And his tail wags Because it’s dinner time.
“Whoever wants music instead of noise, joy instead of pleasure, soul instead of gold, creative work instead of business, passion instead of foolery, finds no home in this trivial world of ours.”
I love how people call them, “Leaders”! Grab your collar and leash, populous, and paw at the door to have a politician take you all for a walk! More pitiful than a man tethered to a canine whilst it poops is the common man, paying the more fortunate to steal from him!
Debating words Are as contrite as spite. You bark Smart as a dog. Your toothless battle Gums up the fight. Your laws Are the claws That scratch and tear. The flaws Of your balls Snatch the cradle bare. Sometimes, when you look Nobody is there. You do not like people to stare. Realize that everybody Is running around in their underwear!
“…By wisdom the Lord laid the earth’s foundations, by understanding he set the heavens in place; by his knowledge the watery depths were divided, …”
Chapter 3
My son, do not forget my teaching, but keep my commands in your heart, for they will prolong your life many years and bring you peace and prosperity.
Let love and faithfulness never leave you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart. Then you will win favor and a good name in the sight of God and man.
How a man bars his arrogance from his mannerisms while climbing up this Tower of Babble as an hourly challenge (these days,) is a phenomenal understanding!
“…There is a secret in the simplest things, a wonder in the plainest, a charm in the dullest. …”
The Inspired
“We all vaguely deem it to be so; but he only lives a charmed life, like that of genius and poetic inspiration, who communes with the spiritual scene around him, hears the voice of the spirit in every sound, sees its signs in every passing form of things, and feels its impulse in all action, passion, and being.
Very near to us lies the mines of wisdom; unsuspected they lie all around us. There is a secret In the simplest things, a wonder in the plainest, a charm in the dullest.”
“…His neurons tend not to carve-out the necessary pathways to the doors- beyond which the candle of truth flickers relentlessly for eternity.”
The Face Which Tries to Look at Itself
A man interprets, “doing the Lord’s work,” as living as the example of compassion and unconditional love. The man knows that, “the ultimate answer,” is to love the Lord above everything else. The man deems the act of loving himself as being the most selfish action a man could possibly undertake. (PROVERBS 16:5) The man, rather, deems that sacrificing himself for the sake of the happiness of others is, “doing the Lord’s work.” The man fails to actively share the love with himself which he yearns to share with others. In order to become the light of God for others, the man must learn to love the one person whom he deems to be most unworthy of such unconditional love!* This man has trained his mind to employ self-sacrifice over self-love. His neurons tend not to carve-out the necessary pathways to the doors- beyond which the candle of truth flickers relentlessly for eternity.
As the Catholic Church has provenly been regarded as a citadel for pedophilia, the Pope heads that organization; and the majority of the world’s money kisses that ring most closely by way of sticking it’s globe of a head up the Pope’s ass, as so to give that unclean ass the most French of kisses!
“A human heart throbs beneath the beggar’s gabardine; and that and no more stirs with its beating the Prince’s mantle. “
Treasures
“The great problem of Humanity is wrought out in the humblest abodes; no more than this is done in the highest.
A human heart throbs beneath the beggar’s gabardine; and that and no more stirs with its beating the Prince’s mantle.
The beauty of Love, the charm of friendship, the sacredness of Sorrow, the heroism of Patience, the noble Self-sacrifice, these and their like, alone, make life to be life indeed, and are its grandeur and its power.
They are the priceless treasures and glory of humanity; and they are not things of condition. All places and all scenes are alike clothed with the grandeur and charm of virtues such as these.”
“A general lassitude inclined the minds of all toward the quietude of that amalgamation of doctrines for which the expedition of Alexander and the more peaceful occurrences that followed, with the establishment in Asia and Africa of many Grecian dynasties and a great number of Grecian colonies, and prepared the way.”
My son, pay attention to my wisdom, turn your ear to my words of insight, 2 that you may maintain discretion and your lips may preserve knowledge. 3 For the lips of the adulterous woman drip honey, and her speech is smoother than oil; 4 but in the end she is bitter as gall, sharp as a double-edged sword. 5 Her feet go down to death; her steps lead straight to the grave. 6 She gives no thought to the way of life; her paths wander aimlessly, but she does not know it.
“By wisdom the Lord laid the earth’s foundations, by understanding he set the heavens in place; 20 by his knowledge the watery depths were divided, …”
Chapter 3
My son, do not forget my teaching, but keep my commands in your heart, 2 for they will prolong your life many years and bring you peace and prosperity.
3 Let love and faithfulness never leave you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart. 4 Then you will win favor and a good name in the sight of God and man.
“…we may restrain our passions, subdue our hearts to gentleness and patience, …”
“… the Book of Great Account…”
“The million occasions will come to us all, in the ordinary paths of our life, in our homes, and by our firesides, wherein we may act as nobly, as if, all our life long, we led armies, sat in senates, or visited beds of sickness and pain. Varying every hour, the million occasions will come in which we may restrain our passions, subdue our hearts to gentleness and patience, resign our own interest for another’s advantage, speak words of kindness and wisdom, raise the fallen, cheer the fainting and sick in spirit, and soften and assuage the weariness and bitterness of their mortal lot. To every Mason there will be opportunity enough for these. They cannot be written on his tomb; but they will be written deep in the hearts of men, of friends, of children, of kindred all around him, in the book of the great account, and, in their eternal influences, on the great pages of the Universe.”
“Execute true judgment; and show mercy and compassion every man to his brother. Oppress not the widow nor the fatherless, the stranger nor the poor; and let none of you imagine evil against his brother in his heart. Speak ye every man the truth to his neighbor; execute the judgment of Truth and Peace in your gates; and love no false oath”
“Women use sex as a magical power- a power which men do not possess. This phenomena has ravaged our culture…. …
…“active-passive-aggression,” which could be described as building(/being) the bridge upon which, “resting bitch face,” hath transmuted into, “active-bitch-face,”
Sex is only a Game for most women but seems to be the meaning of life for most men!
…
How many women in your circle know how to bake a loaf of bread from scratch or how to potty-train an infant?”
Two Reasons Why Women Wearing Sexy Pants Is Corrupting Our Culture.
For many women, today, sex is the only thing they have to offer!
Did women ever wear mini skirts in the 1930’s,… why not?
We are living in an overly-sexualized culture where women walk around wearing spandex- which is the equivalent to a woman wearing a short skirt in the 1930’s!
Let Us Quote: “…I also want women to dress mosdestly, with decency and propriety, adorning themselves, not with elaborate hairstyles or gold or pearls or expensive clothes, but with good deeds, appropriate for women who profess to worship God.”
1 TIMOTHY 2:9-10
Women use sex as a magical power- a power which men do not possess. This phenomena has ravaged our culture to the point of devolving us into camel riders, again!
How many women in your daily life know how to bake a loaf of bread from scratch or how to potty-train a toddler? How many men do you know who can change the oil in a car?
Went from being on top of the world and having a defined future back to being all alone and desolate in three days. I’m not a cry baby. Sometimes, I feel I deserve better, but I am humble to understand that it has
She asked me, “How could disillusion manifest hope?” Whether false or probable, hope is a phenomenon that facilitates us to function within our Uncomfort Zone.
Language makes no mistake in making a synonym of the word, “right,” with the term, “correct”. Furthermore, language correlates the word, “left,” with abandonment. If you are, “left,” you are, “left behind”. When you are right, you are, “correct”. When mankind’s understanding becomes, “right,” about something, it leaves what is, “wrong,” behind. In humanity, people rendered as being incorrect are left behind by those who are correct. This is true of the animal kingdom, for the weakest or injured animals are many times left behind; because one injured animal attracts the danger of many predators. Faith does not ensure survival in the animal kingdom.
“Time” is defined by a general feeling. While focusing on a certain experience, Using definable paradigms, This creates a, “general feeling.” When it feels like, “day,” it is “daytime.” During the quiet, darkness of night, you focus on the crickets, the frogs and the smell of the air. It feels like, “nighttime”! Time is not linear. … “Durations of time” are simply general feelings compiled to create an overall feeling, known as an, “era”. The end of an era is simply the end of one overall feeling and the beginning to one, other, particular, general feeling.
“After this , I will return
and rebuild David’s fallen tent.”
This is the beginning of, or cornerstone of, the Temple. As the Sela Hammahlkoth is a fresh, encouraging Attitude, the destination is exactly that Unknown Feeling! ‘Tis a school, this project. ACTS 15:16 is not the journey. The destination is its own mystery.
Dakkuan
“After this , I will return and rebuild David’s Fallen Tent.”
“I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.”
“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines— we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way.
I do not say lonely— at least, not all the time— but essentially, and finally, alone.
This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.”
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones;
Human nature is funny in that two people can read the same words on the page, and, even though they are on the same page, they still read the words differently.
There is always an independent variable- which is not open for interpretation.
…”the body, the mind, the spirit,
flows as does water.”…
It starts with the in-breath and begins in the out-breath. The continuous cycle is it’s own revolution, it’s own change. Hardened by it’s own hardness, the body, the mind, the spirit, flows as does water. Water can wear rock away even though rock can stop water. Perserverence of the flow proves phusical changd- Maybe just a dent, of deed.
“The yearning to comfort me…
I had not felt somebody’s eyes
do that for a long time!”
The look in her eyes, When she listened to my plight … The wet eyes, The yearning to comfort me… I had not felt somebody’s eyes do that for a long time!
“My common-core disgust had been skewed to a a new side. This disgust for people’s meanderings, never disheveled, (this core-disgust,) but always evolving, a metamorphosis from disgust to utter disgust permeated all emotional plateaus which created another level of judgement of my fellow man.
Not that it helped anything or made anything worse, however, became a conspiracy of sorts between the Mental State which I had worked so hard over the years to achieve and the positive Psyche which was the ablative of means by which I had arrived at that mental state (on it’s continuous level).”
Announcer: Good afternoon, Diogenes. In keeping with your reputation as a non-conformist, I see that you keep your bathtub outside of your house. Diogenes: The bathtub is my house. Announcer: I see. Well there must be some advantage to that. Diogenes: Certainly. No window can give a view like this, and if the neighborhood goes bad, I can just walk off with the house.
“Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them?”
“That site is called internet sacred text archive. I think there are links to other archives of books on different subjects there as well. If ya get bored”
“To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them?
“To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them?
“According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.”
“If mankind is indeed depraved and immoral, requiring armed police and an army to keep its members in line, than no defense for anarchism can be made.”
“…the concrete dimension we know and love makes up less than 1% of our universe.”
“On an unrelated note physicist now claim that they have discovered what they dubbed the “shadow dimension” its a parallel to our own dimension that consists of
A lot of people see a bar as a membrane that is not permeable. Outside on the street, there is a lonely freedom. Cars passing. People smoking cigarettes. It’s like backstage at a concert
Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
I’ll see you soon, She said After a morning of catastrophe. Things can be crazy at times, And I might seem just fine On the outside, But people can’t feel The knot that is tightening Inside of me. There will be a day, When we will walk Through some trees. It’s just that right now, I need to do what I should do. I need some time to myself, To ravel back up this mystery. I just need some time, She said, I need some time To just be Me.
When the man doesn't want
to deal with humanity,
He goes down to the trenches,
pushes weights from his benches,
And he clenches his fists.
When he hits a target, he hits it with a twist.
Trying to be as passive as the morning mist,
Feeling as aggressive
As a yellow jacket
when it's pissed.
If we could try an experiment: If we could go an entire day void of using spoken language… This would pose interesting. If we could co-survive for three days without using verbal language, not only would human consciousness become unavoidably obvious,
We no longer expect to rebuild the Temple at Jerusalem. To us it has become but a symbol. To us the whole world is God’s Temple, as is every upright heart. To establish all over the world the New Law and Reign of Love, Peace, Charity, and Toleration, is to build that Temple, most acceptable to God, in erecting which Masonry is now engaged. No longer needing to repair to Jerusalem to worship, nor to offer up sacrifices and shed blood to propitiate the Deity, man may make the woods and mountains his Churches and Temples, and worship God with a devout gratitude, and with works of charity and beneficence to his fellow-men. Wherever the humble and contrite heart silently offers up its adoration, under the overarching trees, in the open, level meadows, on the hill-side, in the glen, or in the city’s swarming streets; there is God’s House and the New Jerusalem.
My son, keep my words, And treasure my commands within you. Keep my commands and live, And my law as the apple of your eye.
Bind them on your fingers; Write them on the tablet of your heart.
Say to wisdom, “You are my sister,” And call understanding your nearest kin, That they may keep you from the immoral woman, From the seductress who flatters with her words. The Crafty Harlot
For at the window of my house I looked through my lattice, And saw among the simple, I perceived among the youths, A young man devoid of understanding, Passing along the street near her corner; And he took the path to her house
In the twilight, in the evening, In the black and dark night.
And there a woman met him, With the attire of a harlot, and a crafty heart.
She was loud and rebellious, Her feet would not stay at home.
At times she was outside, at times in the open square, Lurking at every corner.
So she caught him and kissed him; With an impudent face she said to him:
“I have peace offerings with me; Today I have paid my vows. So I came out to meet you, Diligently to seek your face, And I have found you. I have spread my bed with tapestry, Colored coverings of Egyptian linen. I have perfumed my bed With myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon. Come, let us take our fill of love until morning; Let us delight ourselves with love. For my husband is not at home; He has gone on a long journey; He has taken a bag of money with him, And will come home on the appointed day.”
With her enticing speech she caused him to yield, With her flattering lips she seduced him.
Immediately he went after her, as an ox goes to the slaughter, Or as a fool to the correction of the stocks,
Till an arrow struck his liver. As a bird hastens to the snare, He did not know it would cost his life. Now therefore, listen to me, my children; Pay attention to the words of my mouth:
Do not let your heart turn aside to her ways, Do not stray into her paths;
For she has cast down many wounded, And all who were slain by her were strong men.
Her house is the way to hell, Descending to the chambers of death.
book of PROVERBS chapter 7 (New International Version)
