An interesting thing about life, is that it cumulates in death. Men are given time between start and end to do absolutely anything within their power. And the only thing stopping them, is their conscience.
So what do they choose to do with that time? Some spend time performing self-imposed duties, others spend time in enjoyment. Each chosen pat is as different from the other as night and day.
Yet, all men come to the same end. In this world, all men will die.
So what steps should one take? Will it ever be worth all that effort? You work day in day out; And what do you gain from it?
Is monetary gain all we ever want? Are we really that materialistic? Nothing wrong with being a little money-minded right?
Or perhaps a man merely needs some time to spend satisfying carnal urges. Sex? Drugs? Food? Is all that natural? Is it okay to satisfy those urges? No harm in a little fun correct? Perhaps a little joy makes living more worthwhile.
Should a man live following his heart or his head? Should one follow his moral conscience or run wild and free as his whims conduct him?
A life too regimented and stiff like a rock is as worthless as a life run afray. Where should one look to to find the value of his life?
Living for love? Or for God? Or in the name of goodness or evil. Should a man spend his life in the name of all else?
Who among us can find true value in our lives? Who among us has the right to judge?
One step away from every door
Standing close to every lore
Live the days so full of life
Lighten the load of pain and strife
Learn the chorus of human core
Sit away and let it thaw
Lose not yourself in the busy hive
Settle upon awe
Thus is the only way to thrive
To live and breathe
To find eternal constance
Buried in an endless weave
Losing control of that instance
And in chaos find peace
Only in chaos to find peace
Contributed by NJC although not sure as to who the original author is<
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend by the name of Common Sense who has been with us for many years.
No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.
He will be remembered as having cultivated such value lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm and that life isn't always fair.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies
(don't spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies
(adults, not kids, are in charge).
His health began to rapidly deteriorate when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place.
Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer aspirin to a student; but, could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Finally, Common sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense finally gave up the ghost after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot, she spilled a bit in her lap, and was awarded a huge settlement
Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust, his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.
He is survived by two stepbrothers; My Rights and Ima Whiner.
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still know him pass this on, if not join the majority and do nothing
Have you ever felt
Have you ever heard
Of a love so strong
It could only hurt
Did you ever know
Did you ever see
A love everlasting
Wide as the open sea
Have you ever begged
Have you ever cried
Asking for your love returned
Only to be denied
Did you ever keep
Did you ever hide
To never show your love
Forcing the pain inside
Have you ever teared
Have you ever died
Cause your love wasn't returned
Though it wasn't denied
Did you get bitten
Were you twice shy
Cause now you've hidden
Condemned yourself to die
That which cannot be seen can only exist in belief. Disbelieving in the invisible, merely makes you immune to its direct contact as long as it remains invisible.
Spirits, thought, emotions, karma. none of these things behold any clear and certain body. No obvious signs of existence. They neither occupy any space or leave any clear mark that can be seen. Always vague in appearance. Always invisible. The only ones who see them, tends to be the ones who believe in them.
If belief is the only power that ascertains their existence, would that make spirits, karma and not to mention the mind itself a virtual existence that isn't really there? Is there any reality in all these invisible forces of nature?
Then again, the mind itself is a virtual existence. invisible to the naked eye. A creation of mere circumstances. So in retrofact, the virtual existence of the invisible relies upon that which is in itself a virtual: Thought.
So without the existence of the mind, could any of these things exist? Will karma still exist without a mind to create it? Was it "created" by us?
Will spirits still be there when there isn't a single mind left to think up their existence?
Or are we just ignoring the reality of the invisible? Trying to black out the existence of that which is beyond the norm; Beyond comprehension. That which breaks away from the stiff logic we've regimented the world to.
If all these things exist but we are the ones who simply cannot see them, what does this say about us? Are we blind?
With each passing day
A small part of me fades away
Ebbing with the flow of tears
Rotting in the darkness of fears
Strings of my soul tested
Muscle and bone wretched
Accosted by my own heart
Wishing now that I may depart
Mind numb and frozen
Body battered and broken
The moon harkens for home
Drawing me closer to forlorn
Gathered in an endless loop
No lower can one man stoop
Beastly tendencies threaten
Childish behavior beckons
Civilness losing its grip
Kindness' become a painful trip
Endurance wears ever thinner
Thus marks the beginnings of a soldier
Were life to shine with every hue
Colors strained to the point of breaking
Find thee my friend the love thy seeking
That time forever be spent frolicking
Whither there be one straight and true
Whose heart and soul doth dedicate to you
Winter doth he chase away with spring
That thy life be colored a beautiful thing
Hither comes and whither goes
Thy heart and soul but the shell of a ghost
Weeping and crying thy seeketh bliss
Climb thy shall to the peak of release
An end to find from thy endless morose
Wrapped and bleeding upon the thorns of a rose
Were it but a day away.
That tomorrow be closer than today.
If but reach could extend beyond time.
And the clock made sublime.
Tamper would I with the path of the sun.
That the nights be longer run.
That ample regard shall be found.
Upon the days that will then be so short.
But then again who is to say.
The lesson to be taught may still go astray.
For the lesson of hours made short.
Truly is the final resort.
And as is seen in history.
Tis' a lesson unlearnt by the hearts of the free.
For walk they still do on island small.
Veiled oblivious by vanity's shawl.
Pick and peck and try you might.
Wracking your brains to find the first step.
But looking beyond with quick sight askew.
Will just leave you blind of the obvious truth.
Thus is the truth of life and the lessons of time. Look back and learn. Tis' a lesson not taught but grasped with the mind that is open.
In time you'll learn.
With time you'll forget.
In moments unheard.
Within moments regret.
If life was assured.
Then none'd be alive.
If pain went unfelt.
Then nigh would be might.
The wheels of wisdom ever spin.
Always in sight never in reach.
The genius in us is always within.
Rather than look out why not look in?
:::amid the shadows of trancendence:::
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