If people were aware of how fun thinking is, I’m convince
they would do much more of it. I cannot begin to tell you how amusing it can be
to pick apart an official narrative in order to have the absurdity reveal
itself to you.
The cancer inside of us screams its warning at the threat of
the scalpel that lies without.
When you are able to understand the complicated, you have
become intelligent, but it is only when you can relate it to the simple that
you have become wise.
To the degree that you wall yourself off from the common
person, you cannot claim to be for the people. If you live in a gated community
that keeps out the average Joe, you are not what most would consider an
American. You are foreigners. You are occupiers.
We waste our precious resources creating things that don’t
make us happy, and we waste the precious hours we are given working to pay for
them.
When I was young I would throw a rock into the water to see
what kind of splash I could make. Now I am content to admire the placidity of
the surface that mirrors back to us all that is.
The argument “If you’re so smart, why aren’t you rich?”
makes as much sense to me as a weightlifter saying “If you’re so smart why
can’t you bench 400?” Both require a degree of knowledge, no doubt, but being
intelligent usually precludes an obsession with such goals.
A nation of people who only care about their own rights will
soon find that only they care about their own rights.
Have you ever had the feeling you were in an old-school
video game? Where people wait until you approach before stepping in your way? And
when you take the time to talk to them, they repeat the exact same lines no
matter how many times you encounter them?
I think of when I feel happiest in life, and it is
invariably when I hear leaves rustling or waves lapping or the crunching of
snow, when I encounter the smell of flowers or the sea, when I feel the sun or
a gentle breeze upon my skin. Only nature is capable of providing true
contentedness, and yet we make ourselves miserable searching for contentment
elsewhere, destroying nature as we go.
If people were aware of how fun thinking is, I’m convince
they would do much more of it. I cannot begin to tell you how amusing it can be
to pick apart an official narrative in order to have the absurdity reveal
itself to you.
People don't die from lack of art, cultures do.
I think it was easier for country folk to appreciate city
folk when they made tractors and trucks. It is increasingly difficult to say
just what city dwellers do for those who provide their food.
I have noticed on special occasions such as Christmas, when
we make a point of being nice to each other and feeling love for our fellow
man, we for the most part succeed.
Anyone who sees the problem is in another and not in himself,
is part of the problem. Anybody who believes himself to be part of a group immune
to sin, error, and ignorance, draws a fictional dividing line.
In the battle between truth and power, truth will invariably
triumph, but the casualties can be immense, the damage unhealable.
Within every aging person somewhere lies the reassuring
notion that they well may be old enough to check out before the shit hits the
fan.
To truly be an adult, it is not enough to be able to merely
take care of yourself, you must take part in maintaining and furthering the
society to which you belong.
Fools are in the majority, and they never lack confidence because
a fool believes that the majority is always right.
