More stream of consciousness-like, because that's apparently good.
So, here is to exist. The concept of consciousness, something I discussed early this morning with Nate, the interest of the idea of consciousness and why it is the ultimate idea of human existence. My idea of finding the meaning of life, where it lies and since we all search for it. Somewhere between reading Bertrand Russell, I decided that looking at the man on the cover of the book of his work I have, I could not be that person and that person has sad eyes. There is no happiness in contempt, and I suddenly had full and utter faith in the strength of my belief. Debating belief is pointless because no one, myself included, goes to debate with the full willingness that if I lose, I will learn and learn strongly.
This is Christmas, the most controversial and convoluted time of the year. And between the presents and the turmoil, the misery, there's ultimately a message of a gift of hope. Anyway, it's about love, that's going to be me spoiling the story about the meaning of life. It's love. What that means, that's gonna take me forever to even get close to consider. At the heart of all that is good in the world is love. Not romantic love, that is only a delusion, it is complete love and bonding to the world and to all that does exist as true.
Love will change the world, the idea that Tolstoy extracts from Christ's teaching as novel, the love your enemies idea. That's been said before, what Tolstoy writes is that it's special because Christ says that there are no exceptions to love your enemies. No matter what, love them. And that love is where the foundation of my desire to change the world is coming from.
"Wilt thou change the world or wilt thou change thyself?" It's from a game. You must change both, and you must change them with the desire that the pain that others feel is the pain that you feel. I did a good thing today, ringing the salvation army bell with dad in front of some store and soliciting donations. The hope that we can share love. The second assertion is thus. Black people are more generous and more willing to talk and be kind than white people, something I've learned here, a place where racial tension does exist, I think, but only to a tiny degree. I've been hurt by people of all colors and try not to judge by skin, but I know this is not my lauding a race but decrying the arrogance and sense of entitlement that white people consider themselves having. That, such things, they are bad to consider.
I want love. I want that love to encompass me and to be loved more than the sun and the moon. Between hanging out with potheads and ringing the bell, I did a lot today. I appreciate all people, even if I decry their beliefs or lifestyle. I think that smoking dope is wrong, that's my personal assertion, mainly because it's against the law. I don't believe in breaking the law, even if the law is not one I agree with, unless breaking that law is something that is called for by my set of beliefs. I'm open to many experiences and though I may not choose the life of others, I am respecting their life. I am not the one who will judge, judgment is not mine. Though it does come first from one's soul, the conscience that I assume others have (for I have one).
But love. Love for creation and existence, human inadequacy and love, that is why we celebrate Christmas. That love that was the gift to save man, that love is celebrated. If you believe that the evil that is in this world, perpetuated by humans, is acceptable and that evil is tolerable, I have no place for you among those that I even associate or look in the eye. I retract what I speak of beliefs. If you have no love for starving children or victims of rape, if you have no caring for those that are sad and those that are lonely, for this time of year is terrible.
I want to find laura and hold her, though I know no one named Laura, she is the idealization that is in my mind of another. I remember some others and those who may be depressed at their depraved lot and their failure. But our failures that are covered by love, I want to love a dirty person and one that is covered with grime of inadequacy, and with my hopeful love cover and clean. I'm a pretty crappy person sometimes, the things I do when no one looks are bad too, I steal from cookie jars (something I've done quite a bit of these last couple of days,to the ire of my mother). The Laura I will love, this idealization, she is loving too, though unrequited love has removed from her a taste of life and all that is good, including my mother's peanut butter chocolate balls, they are what angels eat. Fortunately, angels don't get fat.
This is why I hate the media and wish that I could destroy it. The preaching is hate. Hate in music. Listen to music, it is either hate or it is the expression that romantic love will fill your heart's hole. There is a hole there and we're all looking to fill it, for we are all looking to something else. And this is why I hate psychology (the marriage between social and IO psych is the subfield I hate), which has created and crafted commercialism, the idea that happiness only exists while during consumption of things. Commercials corrupt our minds more than violence on television, it has crafted you and me to need things. I realize now that I have no need.
All you need is love, love, love is all you need and such. And I'm going to write my book on how to change the world, this love that is to all, to our enemies, and that is pure. Love does not envy, it does not boast, it is not self-serving. The love that is these characteristics, it is rarely seen in this world today, that is giving.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
This is Christmas, the most controversial and convoluted time of the year. And between the presents and the turmoil, the misery, there's ultimately a message of a gift of hope. Anyway, it's about love, that's going to be me spoiling the story about the meaning of life. It's love. What that means, that's gonna take me forever to even get close to consider. At the heart of all that is good in the world is love. Not romantic love, that is only a delusion, it is complete love and bonding to the world and to all that does exist as true.
Love will change the world, the idea that Tolstoy extracts from Christ's teaching as novel, the love your enemies idea. That's been said before, what Tolstoy writes is that it's special because Christ says that there are no exceptions to love your enemies. No matter what, love them. And that love is where the foundation of my desire to change the world is coming from.
"Wilt thou change the world or wilt thou change thyself?" It's from a game. You must change both, and you must change them with the desire that the pain that others feel is the pain that you feel. I did a good thing today, ringing the salvation army bell with dad in front of some store and soliciting donations. The hope that we can share love. The second assertion is thus. Black people are more generous and more willing to talk and be kind than white people, something I've learned here, a place where racial tension does exist, I think, but only to a tiny degree. I've been hurt by people of all colors and try not to judge by skin, but I know this is not my lauding a race but decrying the arrogance and sense of entitlement that white people consider themselves having. That, such things, they are bad to consider.
I want love. I want that love to encompass me and to be loved more than the sun and the moon. Between hanging out with potheads and ringing the bell, I did a lot today. I appreciate all people, even if I decry their beliefs or lifestyle. I think that smoking dope is wrong, that's my personal assertion, mainly because it's against the law. I don't believe in breaking the law, even if the law is not one I agree with, unless breaking that law is something that is called for by my set of beliefs. I'm open to many experiences and though I may not choose the life of others, I am respecting their life. I am not the one who will judge, judgment is not mine. Though it does come first from one's soul, the conscience that I assume others have (for I have one).
But love. Love for creation and existence, human inadequacy and love, that is why we celebrate Christmas. That love that was the gift to save man, that love is celebrated. If you believe that the evil that is in this world, perpetuated by humans, is acceptable and that evil is tolerable, I have no place for you among those that I even associate or look in the eye. I retract what I speak of beliefs. If you have no love for starving children or victims of rape, if you have no caring for those that are sad and those that are lonely, for this time of year is terrible.
I want to find laura and hold her, though I know no one named Laura, she is the idealization that is in my mind of another. I remember some others and those who may be depressed at their depraved lot and their failure. But our failures that are covered by love, I want to love a dirty person and one that is covered with grime of inadequacy, and with my hopeful love cover and clean. I'm a pretty crappy person sometimes, the things I do when no one looks are bad too, I steal from cookie jars (something I've done quite a bit of these last couple of days,to the ire of my mother). The Laura I will love, this idealization, she is loving too, though unrequited love has removed from her a taste of life and all that is good, including my mother's peanut butter chocolate balls, they are what angels eat. Fortunately, angels don't get fat.
This is why I hate the media and wish that I could destroy it. The preaching is hate. Hate in music. Listen to music, it is either hate or it is the expression that romantic love will fill your heart's hole. There is a hole there and we're all looking to fill it, for we are all looking to something else. And this is why I hate psychology (the marriage between social and IO psych is the subfield I hate), which has created and crafted commercialism, the idea that happiness only exists while during consumption of things. Commercials corrupt our minds more than violence on television, it has crafted you and me to need things. I realize now that I have no need.
All you need is love, love, love is all you need and such. And I'm going to write my book on how to change the world, this love that is to all, to our enemies, and that is pure. Love does not envy, it does not boast, it is not self-serving. The love that is these characteristics, it is rarely seen in this world today, that is giving.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.