and contrary with weird translated to ‘remarkably diffuse’
To sidetrack the ‘kids’.
Meno,
I always loved that below quote by Joseph Campbell. I suppose that we just need to actually reflect on what that treasure is.
I love Rumi. He said “the wound is the place where the light gets in”. We need to allow ourselves to experience it, to touch it, to grieve over it, to accept that darkness before we can open ourselves to that healing light.”
Anaïs Nin said: “And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
There is pain and struggle even in “blossoming” - “pushing out” as it were.
That gives me the shivers. I always know when something is “real” for me - I get the shivers. lol
They are all profound thoughts.
In the spirit of Kierkegaard (I’m so sorry…)…
Sometimes….
when you’re feeling pressure…
…where the sun does not shine…
ahem (please excuse me, I am compelled)
it’s just a…
four letter word
that rhymes
with art
- commissioned by the Knights of Faith
Indeed , the cold is what is beyond apprehension, as so contrary to the expected warmth.
Cold is an absence of heat as darkness is an absence of light.
There is a consolation in the silver lining that is as pernicious as it has a Balmic effect.
Consciously morphed .it offers an internal soothing that limits the pain beyond a certain point, just as extensively as induced through chemical enhancers. One is natural; the other artificial and both effect identical synapses
Meditation offers a starting point.
The blossom of the tare flower, the lilac , blooming only once a year in April, gives that sense.
Descartes #31 (Principles of Philosophy) should be a cologne or perfume that is whispered in commercials.
Information is marks/stamps made in substance by either thinking or corporeal substance. When the marks are too improbable to be made by corporeal substance, thinking substance is inferred/deduced. A sort of Turing test.
They do require God’s concurrence to exist (it is not an existential negation). But if they are in error, that is on us (it is a privation/defect in us, not him—that is the death sin brings). Still, he can turn it all back to Good (un-negate the privation … use it for fertilizer to grow beautiful souls). Nothing is ever wasted.
But growth requires death, and is painful.
OK. REMOVED
Open letter to Meno_’s mom,
The boy must grow to be a warrior.
Sorry I’ve got you working overtime.
Very respectfully,
…a mess… sorry
real weird. real quick. not too quick. quick enough.
It will be okay.
Focus.
The answers are not “in there”. That way only leads to self deception.
The truth as they say is “out there”.
Does it stick?
You are way off ( a part) from target.no idea mom could raise me when I tried to raise the forgone issues You tried to raise.
I hate to be ec ho (ok?) like but it is not that which matters.
Finding opportunities to right; are fat and few in between those obvious gaping missed opportunities. ( foto ops)-almost missed.
And if you do not believe mom: might as well go with Arminius’ wife.
It gets more and more an attempt to de-differentiate into the realm of chaos to the n’th degree minus one imperceptible unit.
No worries mom is OK now taken care of.
no intiendo
el español no es mi idioma
Su madre habla español.
I 'very gotta agree to that at least the last time seeing her she did.
But,I know I owe you one .
So to be totally honest with you I left the old country very sorely inneed of 'adult language but was a slow learner to speak the new.
So peripherals aside I quickly learned to abstract essentials.
Guess it made up for deficits in translation
Hence philosophical sky hooks the apparently easier way.
Too bad left the mememe oh my port folia behind there somewhere back there. Reinvention in lala land is really body language.
But a pretty face means nothing in an ivory towered existence.
Anyway mama always warned me to learn a trade.
Just saw.
See saw.
Pause.
Keeps it paused.
U must get used to my deranging humor.