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The Simple
What a misleading concept. For decades I have been glorifying the notion of simplicity as intrinsic nature of the pure, as necessary presence amongst humans, as medicine for the worried. Yet, what an illusion, actually. What is there that exists and is simple?
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Meditation
not to bring one to oneself but to bring one to the essence of us, of all, of everything not to search for beauty, not to avoid what is not beauty rather be beauty
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Days of darkness are counted (and I expect a low number)
For years — decades — I have often loved the intensity which is often entailed in dark coffee, dark cigars, even the darkness in the struggle which is said to teach the individual how to succeed and grow in life. It seems, though that some of the dark things in life can be put aside.
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“I come from a humble family — and I’m proud of that” cb
It is not that I would want to impose my personal demands on life, and the desired framework for it on my fellow humans. I do, however, wonder about how we mature as humans into the usage of a language, develop an intrinsic need of expression, and aim for clarity in the individual and collective…
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Personal Lexicon: food
Food is given that the animal noble may entertain, satisfy, and celebrate being, physically and metaphysically, rather than merely subside hunger. Hence, I need to question the intake of food which is artificial.
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The Life You Give: George Sand * VII 1 1804
George Sand, Amantine-Lucile-Aurore Dudevant, née Dupin, born July 1, 1804, in Paris, France, is the Romantic writer known primarily for her so-called rustic novels. She was brought up at Nohant, near La Châtre in Berry, the country home of her grandmother. There she gained the profound love and understanding of the countryside that were to…
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