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I Think Therefore

I think; therefore I am whatever in here gives a damn and whatever lays inside the lines that separate me from my mind. I think; therefore I am, at least for that brief moment’s span until I stop and think … Continue reading

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The Art of Happiness

The question was, “How can I be more compassionate; how can my efforts to be compassionate be more effective?” His answer, politically careful, was that it was an individual question; that each person’s contribution was different, that one’s answer was … Continue reading

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The Know of Unclouding: descort

What if I thought for just a moment of some mitigating circumstance that might prove beyond a shadow of doubt the single truth behind all appearances, and in that fleeting instant, found instead of solid rock, just cloud, and what … Continue reading

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What You Do Not Seek

Assuming you don’t write your own, whose poetry assumes your voice and would, with no small arrogance, usurp the words that form your world? Assuming that you do not play, whose music fills your waiting ears and would displace the … Continue reading

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Outside the Box

The next idea, the one that rocks, will be born “outside of the box”, beyond the thinker’s comfort zone, where daring, they have gone alone into the dark and scary mists to reap the untold benefits. But once they get … Continue reading

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The Ten Percent Solution

Lobotomy perhaps provides the clues: that with what meager portion of the brain society encourages us to use and education bothers us to train, we think, and therefore are, so far reduced from what potential might be in the whole … Continue reading

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The spheres of thought that tangents bring

The spheres of thought that tangents bring in touch with mine are lessening, perhaps in spite of my attempts to cross each bridge, and burn each fence so that the world seems more to me a web of connectivity. It … Continue reading

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