What IS reality? Aren't we all creating our own? And then getting frustrated, disappointed, changing it, moving on to something else? IS THERE one absolute reality for everyone?.........
You might be suffering from Fear of Globbules. Get a dartboard, take turns throwing darts at photos of Blah Gates and Klown Slob and that stinky little Horrori-- then put on some funky music and dance like there's no tomorrow.
Or...
Come and be cured by Chocolate Cake to Live For. Woof! --And sweet whiskerings to your pooge.
It reminds me of a buddhist story. 'Two monks were at a river crossing when a beautiful young woman came by and asked if they could help her get across. Instantly the one said, "sure" and gave her a piggy-back ride across the rapids. After a while the other monk being irritated, still agitated, confronted his buddy with, 'you know that we are not allowed to touch or be in the presence of women, you should not have done that'. The careful monk replied, 'she needed help, are you still carrying her'.
That's how i feel about my writing. I'm not much for the concept of hope. Writing has its way of rinsing out the thoughts that collect themselves along the wayside. I would prefer comments on my work…and...the chocolate cake has already been devoured. (-:
If indeed the future unfolds as you describe there is pretty much nothing to stop it. That is why seizing the moment, the hour and the day is crucial. Continue to be human with kindness, understanding, acknowledgement and that love thing often mentioned.
What IS reality? Aren't we all creating our own? And then getting frustrated, disappointed, changing it, moving on to something else? IS THERE one absolute reality for everyone?.........
Good questions....if you find someone with the answers, don't tell me..........seeing beauty is my answer, most of the time....(-:
Maybe shower with some Hope Soap?
You might be suffering from Fear of Globbules. Get a dartboard, take turns throwing darts at photos of Blah Gates and Klown Slob and that stinky little Horrori-- then put on some funky music and dance like there's no tomorrow.
Or...
Come and be cured by Chocolate Cake to Live For. Woof! --And sweet whiskerings to your pooge.
It reminds me of a buddhist story. 'Two monks were at a river crossing when a beautiful young woman came by and asked if they could help her get across. Instantly the one said, "sure" and gave her a piggy-back ride across the rapids. After a while the other monk being irritated, still agitated, confronted his buddy with, 'you know that we are not allowed to touch or be in the presence of women, you should not have done that'. The careful monk replied, 'she needed help, are you still carrying her'.
That's how i feel about my writing. I'm not much for the concept of hope. Writing has its way of rinsing out the thoughts that collect themselves along the wayside. I would prefer comments on my work…and...the chocolate cake has already been devoured. (-:
And bring her with you!
If indeed the future unfolds as you describe there is pretty much nothing to stop it. That is why seizing the moment, the hour and the day is crucial. Continue to be human with kindness, understanding, acknowledgement and that love thing often mentioned.
Yea that's about it.......it's a constant endeavor, cept when it is not.......(-:
No matter what, even in a worse case scenario, the investors will still need purebloods to use in some way.
My idea is this system they are now implementing will collapse of over use of resources faster than the desert kingdoms of old.
Yes, you are probably right. They certainly need us much more than we need them. Some of us could do without them completely. Thanks