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In a private conversation
driving down a country road
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Hills? What hills?
Mountains they were at times
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In the autumn of my life,
I choose to write
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This is about the burden of suffering and my philosophy regarding it.
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Wrap your mind around this,
your thoughts the tendrils
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I can’t judge anyone, because I don't know what the meaning of mine or anyone’s life is.
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"love of one's own good perverted to a desire to deprive other men of theirs."
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Siddhartha Gautama said that holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the on
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"all roads lead to happiness". There are detours, and some roads are longer than others, but happiness is always 'the light at the end of t
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The quicker that one recollects morality and the nature of existence, the closer one is to rebirthlessness.
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If someone wrongs you, and they apologize, you should not be mad at them.
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Suppose you take the innards from the apple and exchange them for a poison representing a physical relationship.
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The message you sent
Engraved onto my soul
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Supposed structures,
Lying in total domination.
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I could be a bard
Tell the world's truth
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I come a cropper, Throw me in the freakin’ hopper,
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How can I limit the sublime?
Am I not damned if I limit my God?
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Kierkegaard says despair is the sickness unto death. I feel as though, however, with every breath
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Alone, I choose to stand
Masculine self; feminene self
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"Human consciousness is the first neuron of the Universe comeing to
life and awareness" **
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Peace & plenty to provide
Or survival of fittest to be our guide
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Murmuring, bubbling down
Falling with a
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A portrait finally deciphered
Into million nebulas.
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Like leaf I float along
Attempting to sing my song
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Dedicated to those who return!
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Only intelligent species on this planet?
Probably not
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Regardless of tone; rhythm or rhyme,
The trips we take some times need to bake, for the readers sake.
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No matter how well the path is known,
each time we follow the course,
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As the wind blows west My pain blows away
by wasted0087
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on Aug 5 12:48 AM 2008. In Pain, Sorrows, Grieving, Life, Youth, Hate, Sadness, Death, Philosophical, Love
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I kneel beside a circus tent But know I cannot spend
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Dedicated to all Trans-humanists!
Behold the renincarnate,
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Each individual has
The right to be heard
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