This desert sail that is the adult life eventually intimates itself to you, when your enthusiasm ferments and the drunk you get to the fleece of comfort to find it piss stained by those who have
been there before, surely you would miss the purity that was your spur, knowing it as the only truth, you return to it with a firm determination to walk rather than run.
been there before, surely you would miss the purity that was your spur, knowing it as the only truth, you return to it with a firm determination to walk rather than run.
We have to find first the goad of the prod, then knowing it, sating it, then maybe we can better tether our humanity in this bland civilization.
Not love, but the frequency of love that trumps all, one must never lose hold, maintain your resolve and become a mountain that people would come to see.
Treat everyday like a new inquest into creation and life will become so small and also infinite, they count their existence by years and weeks you could count it by minutes, When you decide to correlate nothing in existence, no two days are alike, A new day, a new you, a new world.
The goad of the prod is sexual, when you renounce the sexual, life becomes a tapestry of nothingness, an empty canvas with a brush painting of water where you never truly see a weal, a endless desert sail.
Treat everyday like a new inquest into creation and life will become so small and also infinite, they count their existence by years and weeks you could count it by minutes, When you decide to correlate nothing in existence, no two days are alike, A new day, a new you, a new world.
The goad of the prod is sexual, when you renounce the sexual, life becomes a tapestry of nothingness, an empty canvas with a brush painting of water where you never truly see a weal, a endless desert sail.
all that matters is the knowledge you consume , my books and my music become my truest companions and my sutra as my map, I look down more than up, looking up I find that there's nothing to see but lizard and snakes. There's nowhere to go, nothing to be but myself.
To the comfort of the book the whole of reality could be divided into long walks, long music listen, long read and long sleeps everything else is besides, in and out of you like respiration
I don't even know what the date is, I don't even care it's the same thing. So why chase after so much money and lose the enjoyer, It is the devil bait to steal your freedom, This body becomes a mere vehicle it's suffering and even amputation doesn't hold any weight to the pursuit of knowledge, sharing becomes the only thing as northing is really going, the news are the same You don't care, you couldn't care you have moved on, well gone.
People still eager, walking briskly and I give way saying, if you'll excuse me Fuhrer's on your way to world domination I don't care, I wish you well.
I am changing my destiny, looking more to the past and the grace we fell from. There is a lot of ignorance fueling the enthusiasm that propels government, this ignorance quite machinated is what function economics, When people don't know their own freedom and can't govern themselves, then they have to go to school and have jobs, get married, give birth and pay bills.
Stick to what fot you here in the first place if seems to be working, but don't be in a rush eventually comfort becomes disgusting, and you now have to deliberately seek austerity for your own spiritual growth
People get mean when they don't get what they want, when they don't get people the way they'd prefer, forgetting the person could die at any time. It makes you question their love, if I could cut it out from me would you let me be?
No one wants to take the time to cultivate their own freedom, no one wants to cultivate their loving, no one wants the crude state but are ready to hound after that finished product trying to glut the person with themselves.
London today was once a village of soot and mud, what are you doing with your own soot and mud, why not invest your time in your little village. A great country makes an investiture of making artists first of her citizens everything else can come under that canopy, Being an artist is the buoy that retains their inner child that goes on to purpose all actions.
What matters in this desert sail is a life of service, unto others, to worship a god of people's smile and create purpose to what quickly turns out to be a very bland life
It involves sometimes going to life's landfill seeking the merchant of progress, it involves going to the fishermen, the outcast to deal with those who will believe in your transcendence and know the world is still there for the taking, fellow coupist, willing to think differently and champion a new path of progress that will change the way we think, change the way we see the world.
For now, don't be in a haste to achieve anything frankly there's nothing in civilization one should be in a rush for, It's just sand entering boxes of sand, as food, houses and coitus. It's sand struggling to build sand and give birth to more sand atop a sand, too bleak? Well that's pretty much it.
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