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    Blaise Pascal.

Reasons doubt, and the heart is simply a sensation trying to replace doubt with reasons that fulfill more than they answer,

D-Thinker 10 June 06 (thinking-time.blogspot.com)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>189</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-4468908269939689943</id><published>2020-03-02T14:48:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-08-21T08:49:35.184+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE MUSIC ALBUMS - NO PASSWORD NEEDED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;All of my songs have been ordered together by theme rather then concept, instead of making an album from concept as The Beatles famously did, I had these 50 or so music tracks, so I decided to work out the best order in respect to each theme of the album:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;20&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;05-20&lt;/span&gt;10&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://album.d-thinker.com/Blood%20Paths.zip"&gt;Blood Paths.zip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; mp3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://album.d-thinker.com/Blood%20Paths%20-%20FLAC.zip"&gt;Blood Paths.zip&lt;/a&gt; flac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://album.d-thinker.com/Book%20Of%20Shadows.zip"&gt;Book Of Shadows.zip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; mp3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://album.d-thinker.com/Book%20Of%20Shadows%20-%20FLAC.zip"&gt;Book Of Shadows.zip&lt;/a&gt; flac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://album.d-thinker.com/Soul%20Shadow.zip"&gt;Soul Shadow.zip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; mp3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://album.d-thinker.com/Soul%20Shadow%20-%20FLAC.zip"&gt;Soul Shadow.zip&lt;/a&gt; flac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://album.d-thinker.com/Moments%20That%20People%20Try%20To%20Steal.zip"&gt;Moments That People Try To Steal.zip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; mp3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://album.d-thinker.com/Moments%20That%20People%20Try%20To%20Steal%20-%20FLAC.zip"&gt;Moments That People Try To &amp;nbsp;Steal.zip&lt;/a&gt; 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translation&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://etcsl.orinst.ox.ac.uk/section4/c4231.htm#line1" name="para1"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1-4&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Given birth by the flowing water ......, tenderly cared for by&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Ninhursaja&lt;/span&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Ninkasi&lt;/span&gt;, given birth by the flowing water ......, tenderly cared for by&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Ninhursaja&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://etcsl.orinst.ox.ac.uk/section4/c4231.htm#line5" name="para2"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;5-8&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having founded your town upon wax, she completed its great walls for you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Ninkasi&lt;/span&gt;, having founded your town upon wax, she completed its great walls for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://etcsl.orinst.ox.ac.uk/section4/c4231.htm#line9" name="para3"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;9-12&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Your father is&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Enki&lt;/span&gt;, the lord&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Nudimmud&lt;/span&gt;, and your mother is&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Ninti&lt;/span&gt;, the queen of the&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;abzu&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Ninkasi&lt;/span&gt;, your father is&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Enki&lt;/span&gt;, the lord&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Nudimmud&lt;/span&gt;, and your mother is&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Ninti&lt;/span&gt;, the queen of the&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;abzu&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://etcsl.orinst.ox.ac.uk/section4/c4231.htm#line13" name="para4"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;13-16&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is you who handle the ...... and dough with a big shovel, mixing, in a pit, the beerbread with sweet aromatics.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Ninkasi&lt;/span&gt;, it is you who handle the ...... and dough with a big shovel, mixing, in a pit, the beerbread with sweet aromatics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://etcsl.orinst.ox.ac.uk/section4/c4231.htm#line17" name="para5"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;17-20&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is you who bake the beerbread in the big oven, and put in order the piles of hulled grain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Ninkasi&lt;/span&gt;, it is you who bake the beerbread in the big oven, and put in order the piles of hulled grain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://etcsl.orinst.ox.ac.uk/section4/c4231.htm#line21" name="para6"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;21-24&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is you who water the earth-covered malt; the noble dogs guard it even from the potentates (?).&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Ninkasi&lt;/span&gt;, it is you who water the earth-covered malt; the noble dogs guard it even from the potentates (?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://etcsl.orinst.ox.ac.uk/section4/c4231.htm#line25" name="para7"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;25-28&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is you who soak the malt in a jar; the waves rise, the waves fall.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Ninkasi&lt;/span&gt;, it is you who soak the malt in a jar; the waves rise, the waves fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://etcsl.orinst.ox.ac.uk/section4/c4231.htm#line29" name="para8"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;29-32&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is you who spread the cooked mash on large reed mats; coolness overcomes .......&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Ninkasi&lt;/span&gt;, it is you who spread the cooked mash on large reed mats; coolness overcomes .......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://etcsl.orinst.ox.ac.uk/section4/c4231.htm#line33" name="para9"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;33-36&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is you who hold with both hands the great sweetwort, brewing it with honey and wine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Ninkasi&lt;/span&gt;, it is you who hold with both hands the great sweetwort, brewing it with honey and wine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://etcsl.orinst.ox.ac.uk/section4/c4231.htm#line37" name="para10"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;37-40&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 line damaged&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ...... the sweetwort to the vessel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Ninkasi&lt;/span&gt;, ....... You ...... the sweetwort to the vessel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://etcsl.orinst.ox.ac.uk/section4/c4231.htm#line41" name="para11"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;41-44&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You place the fermenting vat, which makes a pleasant sound, appropriately on top of a large collector vat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Ninkasi&lt;/span&gt;, you place the fermenting vat, which makes a pleasant sound, appropriately on top of a large collector vat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://etcsl.orinst.ox.ac.uk/section4/c4231.htm#line45" name="para12"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;45-48&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is you who pour out the filtered beer of the collector vat; it is like the onrush of the&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="wn" style="color: blue;"&gt;Tigris&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;and the&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="wn" style="color: blue;"&gt;Euphrates&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Ninkasi&lt;/span&gt;, it is you who pour out the filtered beer of the collector vat; it is like the onrush of the&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="wn" style="color: blue;"&gt;Tigris&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;and the&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="wn" style="color: blue;"&gt;Euphrates&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;Diary Thinker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7pCkZvvkCAQ/TyPNJgGnlxI/AAAAAAAAAvk/9sasBGiweis/s1600/A+hymn+to+Ninkasi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7pCkZvvkCAQ/TyPNJgGnlxI/AAAAAAAAAvk/9sasBGiweis/s320/A+hymn+to+Ninkasi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;It is&amp;nbsp;interesting&amp;nbsp;that honey is used, which is not used in any beverage I can think off though sugar cane is used in&amp;nbsp;Jamaica to make RUM. Here the water was boiled, but I guess spring water was hard to find in them days long ago! &amp;nbsp;And why does strong beer taste so bad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-2158612411224222403?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2158612411224222403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=2158612411224222403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/2158612411224222403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/2158612411224222403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-of-earliest-writings-ever-is-recipe_28.html' title='ONE OF THE EARLIEST WRITINGS EVER IS A RECIPE FOR BEER'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7pCkZvvkCAQ/TyPNJgGnlxI/AAAAAAAAAvk/9sasBGiweis/s72-c/A+hymn+to+Ninkasi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-3163424352583223839</id><published>2012-01-28T10:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-28T10:30:10.785Z</updated><title type='text'>ONE OF THE EARLIEST WRITINGS EVER IS A RECIPE FOR BEER</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="background-color: white;"&gt;A hymn to Ninkasi: translation&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://etcsl.orinst.ox.ac.uk/section4/c4231.htm#line1" name="para1"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1-4&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Given birth by the flowing water ......, tenderly cared for by&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Ninhursaja&lt;/span&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Ninkasi&lt;/span&gt;, given birth by the flowing water ......, tenderly cared for by&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Ninhursaja&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://etcsl.orinst.ox.ac.uk/section4/c4231.htm#line5" name="para2"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;5-8&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having founded your town upon wax, she completed its great walls for you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Ninkasi&lt;/span&gt;, having founded your town upon wax, she completed its great walls for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://etcsl.orinst.ox.ac.uk/section4/c4231.htm#line9" name="para3"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;9-12&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Your father is&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Enki&lt;/span&gt;, the lord&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Nudimmud&lt;/span&gt;, and your mother is&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Ninti&lt;/span&gt;, the queen of the&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;abzu&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Ninkasi&lt;/span&gt;, your father is&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Enki&lt;/span&gt;, the lord&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Nudimmud&lt;/span&gt;, and your mother is&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Ninti&lt;/span&gt;, the queen of the&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;abzu&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://etcsl.orinst.ox.ac.uk/section4/c4231.htm#line13" name="para4"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;13-16&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is you who handle the ...... and dough with a big shovel, mixing, in a pit, the beerbread with sweet aromatics.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Ninkasi&lt;/span&gt;, it is you who handle the ...... and dough with a big shovel, mixing, in a pit, the beerbread with sweet aromatics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://etcsl.orinst.ox.ac.uk/section4/c4231.htm#line17" name="para5"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;17-20&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is you who bake the beerbread in the big oven, and put in order the piles of hulled grain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Ninkasi&lt;/span&gt;, it is you who bake the beerbread in the big oven, and put in order the piles of hulled grain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://etcsl.orinst.ox.ac.uk/section4/c4231.htm#line21" name="para6"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;21-24&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is you who water the earth-covered malt; the noble dogs guard it even from the potentates (?).&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Ninkasi&lt;/span&gt;, it is you who water the earth-covered malt; the noble dogs guard it even from the potentates (?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://etcsl.orinst.ox.ac.uk/section4/c4231.htm#line25" name="para7"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;25-28&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is you who soak the malt in a jar; the waves rise, the waves fall.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Ninkasi&lt;/span&gt;, it is you who soak the malt in a jar; the waves rise, the waves fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://etcsl.orinst.ox.ac.uk/section4/c4231.htm#line29" name="para8"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;29-32&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is you who spread the cooked mash on large reed mats; coolness overcomes .......&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Ninkasi&lt;/span&gt;, it is you who spread the cooked mash on large reed mats; coolness overcomes .......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://etcsl.orinst.ox.ac.uk/section4/c4231.htm#line33" name="para9"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;33-36&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is you who hold with both hands the great sweetwort, brewing it with honey and wine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Ninkasi&lt;/span&gt;, it is you who hold with both hands the great sweetwort, brewing it with honey and wine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://etcsl.orinst.ox.ac.uk/section4/c4231.htm#line37" name="para10"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;37-40&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 line damaged&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ...... the sweetwort to the vessel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Ninkasi&lt;/span&gt;, ....... You ...... the sweetwort to the vessel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://etcsl.orinst.ox.ac.uk/section4/c4231.htm#line41" name="para11"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;41-44&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You place the fermenting vat, which makes a pleasant sound, appropriately on top of a large collector vat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Ninkasi&lt;/span&gt;, you place the fermenting vat, which makes a pleasant sound, appropriately on top of a large collector vat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://etcsl.orinst.ox.ac.uk/section4/c4231.htm#line45" name="para12"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;45-48&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is you who pour out the filtered beer of the collector vat; it is like the onrush of the&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="wn" style="color: blue;"&gt;Tigris&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;and the&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="wn" style="color: blue;"&gt;Euphrates&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="dn" style="color: maroon;"&gt;Ninkasi&lt;/span&gt;, it is you who pour out the filtered beer of the collector vat; it is like the onrush of the&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="wn" style="color: blue;"&gt;Tigris&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;and the&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="wn" style="color: blue;"&gt;Euphrates&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;Diary Thinker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7pCkZvvkCAQ/TyPNJgGnlxI/AAAAAAAAAvk/9sasBGiweis/s1600/A+hymn+to+Ninkasi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7pCkZvvkCAQ/TyPNJgGnlxI/AAAAAAAAAvk/9sasBGiweis/s320/A+hymn+to+Ninkasi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;It is&amp;nbsp;interesting&amp;nbsp;that honey is used, which is not used in any beverage I can think off though sugar cane is used in&amp;nbsp;Jamaica. Here the water was boiled, but I guess spring water was hard to find! &amp;nbsp;And why does strong beer taste so bad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-3163424352583223839?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/3163424352583223839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=3163424352583223839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/3163424352583223839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/3163424352583223839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-of-earliest-writings-ever-is-recipe.html' title='ONE OF THE EARLIEST WRITINGS EVER IS A RECIPE FOR BEER'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7pCkZvvkCAQ/TyPNJgGnlxI/AAAAAAAAAvk/9sasBGiweis/s72-c/A+hymn+to+Ninkasi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-4676094827182943639</id><published>2012-01-16T08:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-16T08:57:26.249Z</updated><title type='text'>the world's richest philosopher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iCaz7oJz8Dc/TxPicx9ca3I/AAAAAAAAAvc/pl35DMyHvCk/s1600/the+world%2527s+richest+philosopher.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iCaz7oJz8Dc/TxPicx9ca3I/AAAAAAAAAvc/pl35DMyHvCk/s320/the+world%2527s+richest+philosopher.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;strong style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;In his new book, the best-selling philosopher ponders how we can all learn a lesson or two from religion, writes STEVE MEACHAM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;The man who is, quite possibly, the world's richest philosopher is hard at work in his private study at 9 o'clock on a wintry London morning. Not the kind of study most of us might have - a room in our home, just a child's wail away from domestic distraction - but a silent retreat in another building, the 21st-century equivalent of a mediaeval monastic cell, perhaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;So how does Alain de Botton - now 42, TV presenter and best-selling author of&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The Consolations of Philosophy&lt;/em&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;How Proust Can Change Your Life&lt;/em&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The Art of Travel&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The Architecture of Happiness&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;- spend his time in the study?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;''When I'm writing, I write all day,'' he explains jovially over the phone. 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So I took concerted steps to do that. That's when I got involved in other projects, principally the School of Life [which he co-founded in 2008] and Living Architecture [which followed in 2009]. They are my two extracurricular projects.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;His latest book of musings, the elegantly designed&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Religion for Atheists&lt;/em&gt;, has the potential to become his biggest-selling title yet. According to the dust-jacket blurb: ''Alain de Botton's inspiring book boldly argues that the supernatural claims of religion are entirely false - and yet religions still have some very important things to teach the secular world.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;The man will be in Sydney next month on another speaking tour, no doubt stumping up sales. Yet, famously, de Botton is one of the few writers in the world who can afford never to sell a single book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;His Australian publishers had warned me that ''Alain doesn't like to talk about his private life''. Presumably, this is a reference to the fact his father, Gilbert de Botton (a Jewish banker who was born in Egypt but moved to Switzerland to head Rothschild Bank before founding Global Asset Management), provided for Alain with a $400 million-plus trust fund.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Naturally, this has provoked both jealousy and ire from writers whose parents were somewhat less financially endowed. Even though the son claims to have left the trust fund untouched, earning his own keep from his writing and entrepreneurial activities, de Botton continues to attract vindictive verbal assaults. (One&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Guardian&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;critic called him ''a slap-headed, ruby-lipped pop philosopher who's forged a lucrative career stating the bleeding obvious''.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Though de Botton had an ethically Jewish upbringing, he quickly corrects my assumption that he was raised in the Jewish religion. ''Oh no, I was brought up in a very atheistic Jewish family,'' he says. ''My father was like [fellow atheist author] Richard Dawkins's [father] - very fiercely anti-religion.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Now de Botton is a father himself, of two boys aged seven and five. So, as a committed atheist, what does he tell them about religion? Is he dogmatic? Or does he protect their innocence, knowing they will make up their own minds when they are older?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;''That's interesting,'' he says, momentarily nonplussed. ''Obviously it has just been Christmas, so they were in a nativity play, and there were lots of carols going on. You can't get away from it. But I suppose I try to explain it in a naturalistic way. I say: 'There's something called religion and it was invented a long time ago by people who felt very out of control with their lives, who didn't know … why the sun always rose over the mountains. Nowadays people don't find religion so convincing any more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;''But at the same time, I tell my children what I think myself. That religion is not necessarily convincing but it is still interesting and not to be laughed at or denigrated. That is the message of the book - that religious people are not crazy or evil or bad.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;So did he tell his sons Santa doesn't exist? ''They seem to have come to their own conclusions about Santa Claus. When my wife occasionally said things like, 'Be good, otherwise Santa won't give you any presents,' they just said, 'Don't be stupid.' They are utterly unconvinced and cynical, way ahead of me [at the same age].''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Of course, de Botton is hardly the first Oxbridge-educated atheist in the past decade to declare profitably that God is dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Apart from Dawkins's&lt;em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The God Delusion&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;(2009) and the late Christopher Hitchens's&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;God Is Not Great&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;(2007), A.C. Grayling has also graced the world's bestseller lists with his more nuanced views. So why do we need another book? And what makes de Botton's 318-page essay different?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;''There's been this very oppressive strand - and, as you say, it is a British elite movement led by men in their 60s, a very tight demographic,'' he says. ''Most of these books spend 400 pages hammering home this point [that God doesn't exist]. That anyone who thinks God does exist is an idiot. What about the resurrection? It's clearly nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;''Their entire time is spent knocking religion. It's as if that is all they think being an atheist means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;''My starting point is: hang on a minute, guys. Do we really need to do this? Is it really so important to spend the whole time just mocking? As atheists, let's take the next step: atheism 2.0. Yes, it is true religion isn't scientifically accurate. But is there something interesting here for the secular world to learn from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;''For too long, it seems, being an atheist has meant that you believe that in the secular world we've got everything sorted out. That we are completely able to live [a full life] with technology, romantic love and television.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;''But, of course, the modern world has lots of problems. Some of those problems could at least be alleviated by lessons from religion. I see religion as a storehouse of lots of really good ideas that a secular world should look at, raid and learn from.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;According to de Botton, this is a daring stance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;''Obviously my book is going to upset two camps,'' he says. ''Religious people, who are going to say: 'How can you steal our ideas but not believe? That's horrible, heretical.' To which my answer is: why do we need to believe it? Why can't we just learn from it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;''The other people who will get upset are those fierce atheists who will say: 'Don't spend any time considering religion's [good points]. The whole thing is just poisonous.' To which my answer is: 'No, some bits may be. But not the whole thing.'''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;At this point, it is time to play devil's advocate. Or maybe God's advocate? Could this entire, vitriolic debate between Oxbridge's brightest be out of kilter with the real world? Surely, there is a large proportion of any Christian congregation, for example, that wouldn't sign off on the literal truth of the Virgin Birth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Likewise, most atheists recognise our modern secular world has been shaped by the Bible, the Torah, the Koran, Buddhist texts and the collective wisdom of the ancients.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Aren't most of us in Western society - religious or atheist - relaxed with the cliche that what unites us is greater than that which divides us? That educated Westerners (at whom the book is aimed) overwhelmingly accept that the finest ground rules for an admittedly imperfect society (as well as some of the worst) were first defined by the rabbi, monk, mullah or swami?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;''I don't think it is as relaxed as that,'' de Botton says. ''My experience is that a lot of people will say this: 'Is the modern world shallow and spiritually empty in lots of ways?' Yes, broad agreement: 'We are materialistic, goal-oriented. But what else is there?' Religion? 'No, that is unbelievable. I went to church and couldn't swallow it. The music was nice but I don't belong there. I tried Buddhism but Buddhism believes in reincarnation and the worship of supernatural deities and I couldn't swallow that, either.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;''So they are searching. Perhaps they have children and want to teach them a moral code. The Ten Commandments? That's not going to work. Nor is the Koran or some Buddhist text.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;''So these people are stuck between the religious world and the secular, modern world. And it is those people I am addressing in this book. And I think they are quite widespread.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;strong style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Religion for Atheists&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;will be published on January 25 by Hamish Hamilton, $35. Alain de Botton will speak at the Sydney Opera House on February 23.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;link-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brisbanetimes.com.au/entertainment/books/interview-alain-de-botton-20120112-1pvvw.html"&gt;http://www.brisbanetimes.com.au/entertainment/books/interview-alain-de-botton-20120112-1pvvw.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;diary thinker -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I admit I have bought a couple of his books, though I bought Art Of Travel meaning to buy something on Lateral thinking. The connection is that Lateral Thinking helps u to find ideas that may seem obvious after u have found them i.e travel. I seldom travel, but things stick with me I can still be in another place a year after I have returned. I enjoy writing about passion because nobody else is capable of writing about passion, but it may appear very obvious and with a big etc after I have finished writing about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-4676094827182943639?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/4676094827182943639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=4676094827182943639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/4676094827182943639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/4676094827182943639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2012/01/worlds-richest-philosopher.html' title='the world&apos;s richest philosopher'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iCaz7oJz8Dc/TxPicx9ca3I/AAAAAAAAAvc/pl35DMyHvCk/s72-c/the+world%2527s+richest+philosopher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-8565183145463875001</id><published>2011-12-09T09:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-09T09:52:01.305Z</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>Actually the&amp;nbsp;previous&amp;nbsp;aphoristic&amp;nbsp;I posted has a &amp;nbsp;mistake, but it is corrected in the next aphorism. I was thinking if some person could spot the mistake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading a book on parallel universes and there is an interesting debate whether it's so called theory of everything i.e is string theory - is it a &amp;nbsp;philosophy or science?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thescienceforum.com/physics/17205-string-theory-philosophy.html"&gt;http://www.thescienceforum.com/physics/17205-string-theory-philosophy.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though string theory was discovered by accident it was not created through experimentation, but it may need a 10 dimensional reality for it to work. So why cannot we see the other dimensions, we see length, width and breath and there is the time dimension. But many 3 dimensional objects can appear 2 dimensional at a distance so perhaps we cannot see the other dimensions because they are in a wrong perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a theory on&amp;nbsp;parallel&amp;nbsp;universes, perhaps there are&amp;nbsp;infinitum&amp;nbsp;universes based on this universe, and the infinity&amp;nbsp;universes&amp;nbsp;exist at&amp;nbsp;infinity&amp;nbsp;different times of this universe. For this to work life has to be a cycle ever repeating as the Ancient Greeks believed and even Nietzsche talked of a difficult idea, the cycle of eternal recurrence in his Will To Power. So in every instance in my theory a new universe is being created and&amp;nbsp;destroyed.....&lt;strike&gt;happy new 2012&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-8565183145463875001?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8565183145463875001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=8565183145463875001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/8565183145463875001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/8565183145463875001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-christmas.html' title='HAPPY CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-814650481463955021</id><published>2011-10-26T12:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T09:49:27.615Z</updated><title type='text'>a preview of my new collection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O-2dqe2jT70/TqfoZHGPeyI/AAAAAAAAAvU/2qNZdvsBGhk/s1600/Passion+as+X6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O-2dqe2jT70/TqfoZHGPeyI/AAAAAAAAAvU/2qNZdvsBGhk/s320/Passion+as+X6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-814650481463955021?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/814650481463955021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=814650481463955021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/814650481463955021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/814650481463955021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2011/10/preview-of-what-is-to-follow.html' title='a preview of my new collection'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O-2dqe2jT70/TqfoZHGPeyI/AAAAAAAAAvU/2qNZdvsBGhk/s72-c/Passion+as+X6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-7787149965106950501</id><published>2011-09-20T09:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T09:33:44.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting Room Aphorisms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GK5EoZPR8xk/TnhNrort_kI/AAAAAAAAAtw/ERg9LVil7c8/s1600/A%2BRoom%2BCalled%2BLife%2B51-70%2B1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="142" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GK5EoZPR8xk/TnhNrort_kI/AAAAAAAAAtw/ERg9LVil7c8/s320/A%2BRoom%2BCalled%2BLife%2B51-70%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit In The Room Called Life 51-70&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge is not important in this spirit, for passion is the symbol of our nakedness: it is the essence of our nakedness. It is the wish that we can never imagine. Nor the want we can ask for. It is the cup that we can never imagine; the soul’s hiding place. It is the feeling and mood that we dare not claim for – it is always what is beyond us though we may march in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a3qkj8shY4g/TnhN-PEe-zI/AAAAAAAAAt4/nfuVxlpJKJM/s1600/A%2BRoom%2BCalled%2BLife%2B51-70%2B2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="142" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a3qkj8shY4g/TnhN-PEe-zI/AAAAAAAAAt4/nfuVxlpJKJM/s320/A%2BRoom%2BCalled%2BLife%2B51-70%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room Of Being.- Life for so many is a mere sensation – day in and day out. Passion is simply going beyond this every day sense of living for one dares to look behind this curtain and there is a window behind this curtain. Through this window we see our real selves, and we will refuse to admit that it is ourselves for standards have fallen to decay: the initial spark and dream of childhood is no longer seen. We have become the blur that we said we will never be and what can we do in front of this ghost….? Yes, it is a question that is too cruel to be a question, it would be easier to look at one’s favourite mirror and then everything is alright and these words are simply off many words in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO-RI1yv8MY/TnhOK-Pa8NI/AAAAAAAAAuA/GnD5ahTa9Oc/s1600/A%2BRoom%2BCalled%2BLife%2B51-70%2B3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO-RI1yv8MY/TnhOK-Pa8NI/AAAAAAAAAuA/GnD5ahTa9Oc/s320/A%2BRoom%2BCalled%2BLife%2B51-70%2B3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion is where the subjective and objective sense of life meets. It is beyond the mere feel of the day and the measure of the day but these things lead to the summit.&lt;br /&gt;There is no sense of objectivity in terms constructed to describe order in living though it is not a purely subjective thing but an aesthetic experience. Having a camera on one’s main gate or a good objective view of the area around of one’s house can give one a certain control, but electrical failures are common with an electric gate, or one cannot always be looking through a window. Arguments which are subjective can lower one’s sense of order, but when one’s house has a good atmosphere it does not increase one’s sense of order as much as the colours and the quality of the aesthetic roles of people in the house, even the aesthetic roles of rooms in a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aesthetic aim differs from objective aim, because it is an aim that does not fear to be vague. I can also add to this – one cannot be simply driven from purpose, purpose needs a sense of vagueness. Being so driven with purpose will only drive one into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-37AInmDlE94/TnhOTWZx9RI/AAAAAAAAAuI/348esT1Sv8U/s1600/A%2BRoom%2BCalled%2BLife%2B51-70%2B4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-37AInmDlE94/TnhOTWZx9RI/AAAAAAAAAuI/348esT1Sv8U/s320/A%2BRoom%2BCalled%2BLife%2B51-70%2B4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;? But being so vague is saying I do not know, and I know. Whereas politicians use a non-vague language and everything can be weighed in terms of advantages and disadvantages to such an extent that the economy is dulled. Being vague or the skill of being sublime which is so negated in our schools can only intoxicate the economy. Everywhere these so called political educators dull purpose to nil, it never occurs to them to them to them to introduce individuality into roles and purpose in order to breathe life into them and therefore to breathe life into the economy to resurrect it and yet they continue to breath so coldly into the economy.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ykc0FAI8H98/TnhObpP8jdI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/BczSlQe9GZo/s1600/A%2BRoom%2BCalled%2BLife%2B51-70%2B5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ykc0FAI8H98/TnhObpP8jdI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/BczSlQe9GZo/s320/A%2BRoom%2BCalled%2BLife%2B51-70%2B5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religious morality is not about perfection it never was but the freedom to be average and right? It is about the expression of light, not through darkness, but an expression of an exile from darkness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DoxBp7xPm3g/TnhOj0n2aVI/AAAAAAAAAuY/oActKkYmiUU/s1600/A%2BRoom%2BCalled%2BLife%2B51-70%2B6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DoxBp7xPm3g/TnhOj0n2aVI/AAAAAAAAAuY/oActKkYmiUU/s320/A%2BRoom%2BCalled%2BLife%2B51-70%2B6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The erotic nature of sexuality can actually become more limited by the vices and false ambition of people. In fact lust is sexuality without intimacy or sexuality with limitation; one can then not be guilty of a darker nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EPO9qjun-Xk/TnhOqTPTDiI/AAAAAAAAAug/CacHePr1U3I/s1600/A%2BRoom%2BCalled%2BLife%2B51-70%2B7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EPO9qjun-Xk/TnhOqTPTDiI/AAAAAAAAAug/CacHePr1U3I/s320/A%2BRoom%2BCalled%2BLife%2B51-70%2B7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has many different parallels that shift with changing contexts of life. As the contexts of life are the forms of life. The forms of life are the shapes of life, this may be why people value style, but style is the surface of 2-dimensional thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A commercial path.- The path between mother and father can seem like a path of divine concept. For to follow such an established path, either of habit or will, is to also extend it. But to start new, on an individual path, is to not exert through the day carrying the images of one’s mum and dad, though such a path may be experimental, or non-experimental depending on the parents. What is parental guidance? Is it to extend oneself from one’s parents, to gain the highest advantage in life: such is also the name given to the ugliest path!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQ6ehE4Jvow/TnhOwVcXRFI/AAAAAAAAAuo/B_Aig3whYi0/s1600/A%2BRoom%2BCalled%2BLife%2B51-70%2B8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQ6ehE4Jvow/TnhOwVcXRFI/AAAAAAAAAuo/B_Aig3whYi0/s320/A%2BRoom%2BCalled%2BLife%2B51-70%2B8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is not the world.- People are so concerned with statistics, but the world is not the world, this world reflects one’s world. The conscious mirrors the unconscious. In the room of life is a mirror, and that is all and we call it the world; we know nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happy room.- Being too happy or feeling so and so about oneself - seated very comfortable in life, or using so many words to express one’s mood can cost oneself in life, making one feel very old. Youth is about constantly changing things from the outcast, to new questions about one’s life: the will to be put to the test today. Yet, nowadays the children of culture show no youth, as the older generation is not displaying wisdom – I have tried so hard to look for wisdom in the wrinkles of many. Which eyes can I show my words too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quiet room.-  One can talk to somebody but still be silent with them, call it conscious silence. Try not talking in an empty locked room for a minute with resolution – no matter who may knock or shout it is not silence for the imagination has big speakers in the room of life – it is silent but not silence. If a person who is an idiotic insult stands before oneself then one finds the power to be truly silent with them i.e. conscious silence: food for the unconscious: only in front of an idiot can one find silence as there is so little to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n32NteG3sT0/TnhO2Ycj4SI/AAAAAAAAAuw/eNg3__a9EvU/s1600/A%2BRoom%2BCalled%2BLife%2B51-70%2B9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n32NteG3sT0/TnhO2Ycj4SI/AAAAAAAAAuw/eNg3__a9EvU/s320/A%2BRoom%2BCalled%2BLife%2B51-70%2B9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envy and self-pity.- This is the loss of one’s fixture or position in life, when something takes away one’s pose in life. One tries to steal the pose of another, in the style of the subject that is being envied. It is to do with that one believes is possible in one’s life, and what is not possible in one’s life: the structure of the self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things find their place, either with mind or soul, though life reveals who is right or wrong in its own way. We all have to travel around our own world, before life reveals that we were right or wrong, with our life views, this is why many people who are obviously not tuned to the true energies of life keep walking with their heads high up, and arms in full swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really matters in the room of life, it contains the baggage of the self – one exists in the outside of oneself. It is where all the important thoughts for today are thought, we only allow a profound simplicity to enter the room of life. Being in the room of life which is of a house built to sing the chords and strings of aesthetics the structure of purpose and existence and texture of morality. I am compelled, ‘We are magnets, not maggots, but magnets of what; if there is a freedom to win than there is a freedom to lose’. What more needs to be spoken….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1lTcXoBjbKU/TnhO8zNr7UI/AAAAAAAAAu4/0WimMgIa9g4/s1600/A%2BRoom%2BCalled%2BLife%2B51-70%2B10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1lTcXoBjbKU/TnhO8zNr7UI/AAAAAAAAAu4/0WimMgIa9g4/s320/A%2BRoom%2BCalled%2BLife%2B51-70%2B10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Conversations in the room of life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversations 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The need for exclamations is the name of our fear, for fear is a strange coin. What can it buy but more fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difficult Person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear can buy love; it is the name I value and the energy of the furnace. Fear is my home; it is behind the kiss of my wife, and the hugs of my children. In this world of vice fear is a friend. Bring me more logs for my fire is running out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non Difficult Person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fire is not strength; it does not forge the will. For where there is a will there is a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difficult person starts his sentences with exclamation marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me a religion....show me a way. Show me a different path, greater than a path of darkness which leads no where and promises everything and gets nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U8Nmsy1qRK0/TnhPF33_hjI/AAAAAAAAAvA/TvTCF5xyFUw/s1600/A%2BRoom%2BCalled%2BLife%2B51-70%2B11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U8Nmsy1qRK0/TnhPF33_hjI/AAAAAAAAAvA/TvTCF5xyFUw/s320/A%2BRoom%2BCalled%2BLife%2B51-70%2B11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversations 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen to the words of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decaying Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many colours in the rainbow? Is not this freshness, more difference each day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difficult Person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain has fallen, but I wish the wind would blow more gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children, of the night, the winds of life are a disguise. The colours come from darkness; follow me to where one sees the rainbow without the rain. Where one sees the shadows of the world without the blinding light of justice: but in blindness one is free from the light, and the passion of colour and depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many paths are lost when they become vague....and humour has no place in truth. Especially to weary ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eUNsxBbJ1aU/TnhPMRHBxLI/AAAAAAAAAvI/iWKsBbacAac/s1600/A%2BRoom%2BCalled%2BLife%2B51-70%2B12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eUNsxBbJ1aU/TnhPMRHBxLI/AAAAAAAAAvI/iWKsBbacAac/s320/A%2BRoom%2BCalled%2BLife%2B51-70%2B12.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conservations 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ugly soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear what suits me, and the fragrance of roses I smell in money. We are all individual, are we not? We serve our parents by serving their paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non difficult person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All paths must first be rejected, better to start life with a blank paper, rather than a signed declaration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better for all paths to fall, in my lap, though I discriminate not between the ugly soul, and the non difficult soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of 3 Conversations in the room of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all live in a room called living, things do not really change. We wake up, we get into the car, and the walls of our bedroom become the walls of the car. We go on a trip, or holiday and the landscape, or sea side becomes a picture in our house – we are always in the same body with the same psychological make up. These aphorisms are about the sameness of life, not the differences. How many people we know we can connect to from our past? In a moment one can be back at school….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes individuality does not exist, for what does really change; our sense of sameness is always unique. So why try to make people more the same, for the self has its colours. Even our DNA is similar to other animals, but it is the aesthetic that makes things different for being older can make colours dimmer. Individuality is much about change as it is about no change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commentary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This aphorism begins with a question mark; it is addressing something that implies to this philosophy. The aphorism also refers to a topic in my first book The Forbidden Truth call Social Individualism, a new kind of political system that stems from truth and not pretentious justice, but the right to real justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is difficult to be original – one wants to write about (lets not go there) – something controversial, the hereafter. I should not have written that…. but some bubbles arise from the void….write for oneself and make a well for others - allow others to make their own dreams. Philosophy academics pick a subject as if picking strawberries from a field, expecting a reward from it….why not or why not this – philosophical dreaming – real reflection – what is there to lose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7DP5XqehrSI/TnhPTd-_AVI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/TiUMdvErzqc/s1600/A%2BRoom%2BCalled%2BLife%2B51-70%2B13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7DP5XqehrSI/TnhPTd-_AVI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/TiUMdvErzqc/s320/A%2BRoom%2BCalled%2BLife%2B51-70%2B13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an idea about a third book, so I am kind of thinking about that; still this book will finish off my work on PASSION in the first chapter alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also thinking, ‘Can actors act themselves?’, but more importantly, ‘Do they want to?’ and if not why not? I mean deeper still people talk about body language, but some people have bad body language, but what is inside a person’s pathos: their facial expression, for thousands of miles exists between a smile and tear? Some faces lack the ability for expression as they have the same face of childhood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have added 3 conversations and the context of these is that people follow fixed and boring patterns, and that is it, present company excluded of course. 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mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:"Franklin Gothic Book"; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pltkmsQtZZg/TiwojcbUK1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/BBWtIW8aOd4/s1600/26-50+Maxims+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="129" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pltkmsQtZZg/TiwojcbUK1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/BBWtIW8aOd4/s320/26-50+Maxims+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;26-50 Maxims&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Passion can be the blood of the soul, though the soul can live without blood as a living dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TUC4VGH6kEw/Tiwoun4fXOI/AAAAAAAAAs0/3CZSk_koWiE/s1600/26-50+Maxims+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="203" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TUC4VGH6kEw/Tiwoun4fXOI/AAAAAAAAAs0/3CZSk_koWiE/s320/26-50+Maxims+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;The more one chooses the more one becomes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;If the day feels longer than one has lived more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TBCph-_6fMI/Tiwo8aPNEBI/AAAAAAAAAs4/koKtIh9w5sk/s1600/26-50+Maxims+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TBCph-_6fMI/Tiwo8aPNEBI/AAAAAAAAAs4/koKtIh9w5sk/s320/26-50+Maxims+3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;The sea of culture will become a rain and fall on the mind’s conscious – it’s umbrella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;The psychology and philosophy of passion is nill and non problematic but the soul weeps when it does not near it for it can never understand the body, but the body has to crawl to passion over a quicksand of philosophy and psychology to reach it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d_H866CzfWY/TiwpOYQTjiI/AAAAAAAAAs8/RrAOZUbe16U/s1600/26-50+Maxims+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="64" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d_H866CzfWY/TiwpOYQTjiI/AAAAAAAAAs8/RrAOZUbe16U/s320/26-50+Maxims+4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;The structure of passion is the skeleton of one’s feelings, and deeper still – the emotions.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Passion is never sensed, it is passion that senses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3r_wTUZe8_g/TiwphSbAroI/AAAAAAAAAtA/nxlxErlRYqk/s1600/26-50+Maxims+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3r_wTUZe8_g/TiwphSbAroI/AAAAAAAAAtA/nxlxErlRYqk/s320/26-50+Maxims+5.jpg" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;It is in our fears that we see our face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SyR8X8nty04/TiwpvB1B09I/AAAAAAAAAtE/vG3q9Gk8ayI/s1600/26-50+Maxims+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="165" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SyR8X8nty04/TiwpvB1B09I/AAAAAAAAAtE/vG3q9Gk8ayI/s320/26-50+Maxims+6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Feelings are affected by the outside world, but emotions are affected by the internal world which is the will, not by passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Passion is beyond the sense of the outer and inner world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tzQGKQoGVCQ/Tiwp8DgQSGI/AAAAAAAAAtI/mKmE1D3fCOA/s1600/26-50+Maxims+7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="165" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tzQGKQoGVCQ/Tiwp8DgQSGI/AAAAAAAAAtI/mKmE1D3fCOA/s320/26-50+Maxims+7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Passion requests the heart only, not the desires; not the dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Passion is the inner weather, it is here that our ideas collide, where thoughts hit other thoughts, also where ideas join, where thoughts join together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-txvumatdgfo/TiwqExvjynI/AAAAAAAAAtM/CxvfbaPxdqQ/s1600/26-50+Maxims+8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-txvumatdgfo/TiwqExvjynI/AAAAAAAAAtM/CxvfbaPxdqQ/s320/26-50+Maxims+8.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;The will reunites itself with passion, though the world will always reflect this -- different aspects of the world will express this directly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;One must accept rules halve way to see dreams in life, though breaking rules breaks one into halve.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e3actOfqskg/TiwqOyJFtjI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/jtGNPDbQh5g/s1600/26-50+Maxims+9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e3actOfqskg/TiwqOyJFtjI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/jtGNPDbQh5g/s320/26-50+Maxims+9.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Seeing is not seeing, hearing is not hearing; nor is sensing actually sensing – everything is surrendered to flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;One hears so little about living or feels little life in others – it is no secret that many are lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Life is (generally) a mosaic of things belonging to darkness, and an expression of belonging to darkness; people leave it to that, they say, ‘Obviously…. This expression is proof that I am also of or belonging to light – as so many share my sentiment?’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-26yGtsesr_s/TiwqdI3_4xI/AAAAAAAAAtU/x4NfoKd0MD8/s1600/26-50+Maxims+10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-26yGtsesr_s/TiwqdI3_4xI/AAAAAAAAAtU/x4NfoKd0MD8/s320/26-50+Maxims+10.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Many seek an ‘on’ switch and wonder what to do with themselves as if they were given a modern camera, but the picture we seek is of our perception and not the photograph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Being different has little individual significance if the difference is not of value.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4j4Sje_wp9A/Tiwqk4kWZFI/AAAAAAAAAtY/pQtM-MS8WGs/s1600/26-50+Maxims+11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4j4Sje_wp9A/Tiwqk4kWZFI/AAAAAAAAAtY/pQtM-MS8WGs/s320/26-50+Maxims+11.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Doubts are the whispers of truth, and not the unorganised left overs of organised theory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Just as distant things look small, doubts simply are distant thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xRMs2nUXYT4/Tiwq0DsT0QI/AAAAAAAAAtc/3MpmZHRmTPM/s1600/26-50+Maxims+12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xRMs2nUXYT4/Tiwq0DsT0QI/AAAAAAAAAtc/3MpmZHRmTPM/s320/26-50+Maxims+12.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Better to see distant inner thoughts than detail in distant signs in our seeing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;One can never be hacked if one listens to oneself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Moods and feelings serve oneself, one does not serve them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1IfSZxyNAAI/Tiwq8jT1n_I/AAAAAAAAAtg/0VAAgNBVguM/s1600/26-50+Maxims+13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1IfSZxyNAAI/Tiwq8jT1n_I/AAAAAAAAAtg/0VAAgNBVguM/s320/26-50+Maxims+13.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Every mood and feeling has an inner and outer layer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Commentary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Maxims are mantras of philosophy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;*I should go deeper. The differences between feelings and emotions are that one is external and the other internal. External affects the internal and vice versa. One belongs to the other as much the other belongs to the other, but from human birth emotions must have been identical to feelings, and at death they must be at their highest dualistic nature of being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uniCHwrDyjs/TiwrFlS_TXI/AAAAAAAAAtk/qd68OKbbH0M/s1600/26-50+Maxims+14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uniCHwrDyjs/TiwrFlS_TXI/AAAAAAAAAtk/qd68OKbbH0M/s320/26-50+Maxims+14.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;For a long time I have neglected the maxim style, but it is more stylish in a fresh direction than an aphorism, the content of the maxim is a thing in itself and not just a condensation of an essay or aphorism which have no uniqueness. It is unique (which represents newness) as our non physical nature is and as unnatural as our non physical nature, as we are so confused by the senses our physical nature feels more like home; but maxims have this beautiful false sense of returning somewhere after a journey of some sort or the other: almost as if they have some silent melody coming to you as a parcel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-3172536982809618201?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/3172536982809618201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=3172536982809618201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/3172536982809618201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/3172536982809618201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2011/07/maxims-little-change-of-stlye.html' title='MAXIMS - A LITTLE  CHANGE OF STLYE'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pltkmsQtZZg/TiwojcbUK1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/BBWtIW8aOd4/s72-c/26-50+Maxims+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-3845250787298046889</id><published>2011-07-14T07:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T07:56:54.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Will Awaken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lAPXMiFgeTE/Th6RhkY_GnI/AAAAAAAAAss/q5JtQNKaAiM/s1600/Life+Will+Awaken+By+d-thinker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lAPXMiFgeTE/Th6RhkY_GnI/AAAAAAAAAss/q5JtQNKaAiM/s320/Life+Will+Awaken+By+d-thinker.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;d-thinker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the possibilty and taxation of change. I guess this is what this picture is about, but change takes time, and uses up resources. It is not an act of poverty....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="r g0"&gt;&lt;em&gt;change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font: smaller 'Doulos SIL','Gentum','TITUS Cyberbit Basic','Junicode','Aborigonal Serif','Arial Unicode MS','Lucida Sans Unicode','Chrysanthi Unicode'; margin: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0.7em;"&gt;/CHānj/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;Verb: &lt;/span&gt;Make or become different:  "a proposal to &lt;b&gt;change&lt;/b&gt; the law";  "beginning to &lt;b&gt;change&lt;/b&gt; from green to gold".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;Noun: &lt;/span&gt;The act or instance of making or becoming different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-3845250787298046889?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/3845250787298046889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=3845250787298046889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/3845250787298046889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/3845250787298046889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2011/07/life-will-awaken.html' title='Life Will Awaken'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lAPXMiFgeTE/Th6RhkY_GnI/AAAAAAAAAss/q5JtQNKaAiM/s72-c/Life+Will+Awaken+By+d-thinker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-2526627092000853218</id><published>2011-06-08T10:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T10:20:08.355+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;18-25 Why people do not believe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C0kww4pNce4/Te89DTpHZ3I/AAAAAAAAAr8/_GebYcaC-Wk/s1600/18-25+Why+people+do+not+believe+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C0kww4pNce4/Te89DTpHZ3I/AAAAAAAAAr8/_GebYcaC-Wk/s1600/18-25+Why+people+do+not+believe+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Fear of the fog.- Has passion an identity crisis or is it a missing and vital step towards naked reality? Passion is foggy – the fog of the consciousness, it will never be taught at schools - science is clear and sharp, it gives electricity to homes (and electrocutes people), connects computers to a world wide web of non aesthetic contentment and fulfilment etc. Science has a sense of drive it is the new - like a rocket pointing to the stars but one always has to return to that sense of reality. That fog comes which many are so quick to ignore as it is like an embryonic liquid which soothes the soul. Yes, there are other ways to find peace – but peace comes at a price either on a personal level it is a naked peace, or on a national level it becomes a peace that lives in a cardboard box, basically a darker and abused kind of tranquillity create the lines that make this peace. However passion is a state of being, one is not posed one is like the night sky looking back: it is the night looking back at the day it is a sense of passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2tIS96k8odI/Te89Zib6XxI/AAAAAAAAAsA/SgZluivb6AY/s1600/18-25+Why+people+do+not+believe+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2tIS96k8odI/Te89Zib6XxI/AAAAAAAAAsA/SgZluivb6AY/s1600/18-25+Why+people+do+not+believe+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Passion is the blood of the soul. It feeds the soul. When the body is hurt the blood flows out and the body of the soul becomes weak. Whereas action is without thought and sense; the soul loses it’s belief in the creation and sense of flow. It is divorced from myths and out of its wounds passion flows out, but the soul does not cry: it just carries on….step after step, hour …. after hour, till the body is no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7sqh0jV_ENI/Te89hoDZ6DI/AAAAAAAAAsE/eiLMfC4vnwE/s1600/18-25+Why+people+do+not+believe+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7sqh0jV_ENI/Te89hoDZ6DI/AAAAAAAAAsE/eiLMfC4vnwE/s1600/18-25+Why+people+do+not+believe+3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Faith in one’s soul is a sacred kind of vanity, such madness is also a prayer. There is also the faith of lost causes – many sacrifice nothing for their beliefs. Is not sacrifice….. the beginning, the desert between, the sign posts and the landing to the other shore: sacrifice is the twilight zone, the belief in unbelief. Whereas faith can be many things, but what can be many things can also be dust and a shallow road that pretends to go somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k0DagRA0BzA/Te89pfo8PkI/AAAAAAAAAsI/11OLcC7hHWQ/s1600/18-25+Why+people+do+not+believe+4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k0DagRA0BzA/Te89pfo8PkI/AAAAAAAAAsI/11OLcC7hHWQ/s1600/18-25+Why+people+do+not+believe+4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Fake Angels.- The question is not about why we do not believe, many confuse the light for dark. Lightness needs the contrast of darkness before it fuses to the sacred-nil ness then the soul becomes a black hole absorbing the light in its purist form, but to others it is seen as darkness in the sky-scenes of living. People see the lightness as fondness, they call it what pleases them, the light – any idea, any path is the light because they are a torch – this artificial light is darkness. There must be a believe in the struggle, many intelligent people are not smart, and some lesser intelligent people understand that intelligence is not smartness; being more open minded to the weather of life. And even fake angels have their place, lightness without darkness is lonely ness, or on a kinder stance it is empty ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PAO4jt498G0/Te89yef6aVI/AAAAAAAAAsM/aSlbDJ79-zY/s1600/18-25+Why+people+do+not+believe+5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PAO4jt498G0/Te89yef6aVI/AAAAAAAAAsM/aSlbDJ79-zY/s1600/18-25+Why+people+do+not+believe+5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;What do people want.- Essentially people want luck in their lives, perhaps some will not want their inertia in life to fade. In my sense a loser can become a winner, it is part of a cycle. I do not see the loser as one with bad luck, but luck is part of a cycle. It is about keeping the inertia going, I guess there are different ways to keep the life force going. Many of my interests may be absurd to others, some too green or yellow, and others too dark or light but put them into the melting pot - a kind of internal nuclear plant and what was invalid becomes valid: many will not believe because it does not smell right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2-YKRU9TYpk/Te896z8-wsI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/JCgsUERS4QY/s1600/18-25+Why+people+do+not+believe+6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2-YKRU9TYpk/Te896z8-wsI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/JCgsUERS4QY/s1600/18-25+Why+people+do+not+believe+6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Somehow.- The truth is negation to people, expect little get little be little: turn little; but some how the best of us have passed to the next generation irrespective of people to moderate and simplify by draining life in the name of their ‘honest’ corruption. For some reason life is getting on in the spirit of passion, though blue tragedies are heard of and closer still, they are felt, but irrespective of the man, and woman’s negation the best of us is passed on: the infinity has not been tamed….the morning brings a new light….somehow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fOtOrJOv1hY/Te8-CD4GDcI/AAAAAAAAAsU/FHBiXQPvgwM/s1600/18-25+Why+people+do+not+believe+7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fOtOrJOv1hY/Te8-CD4GDcI/AAAAAAAAAsU/FHBiXQPvgwM/s1600/18-25+Why+people+do+not+believe+7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;The principle of negation, is about why people do not believe, and about why people want to fail. This can vary from a lack of accomplishments in one’s life and shortcomings. There may be a will to power but it would be a negation of the will to power, or a negation of the perception of the will to power. It could also be about not seeing the light, or being blind to the light for passion is an expression of the light: people may not see the light because they look directly at it and are blinded by it which can turn into a neurosis which is part of the principle of negation which also comes with a belief that they are the light for they do not know the light: this can be a reflection of the light seen in the aesthetic invention of our cities. Though this aesthetic light of invention does not point to passion but to its own glory, and this is not the being that opens one’s sense of being towards passion, which is a quiet sitting with an intuition that things are quietly working out with a sensual separation of the aesthetic light of the invention of the cities of our species on Earth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ej_O7zxTxc4/Te8-IkidD-I/AAAAAAAAAsY/N_U5dnbijQQ/s1600/18-25+Why+people+do+not+believe+8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ej_O7zxTxc4/Te8-IkidD-I/AAAAAAAAAsY/N_U5dnbijQQ/s1600/18-25+Why+people+do+not+believe+8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Commentary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;The question of belief is also a question of faith and sacrifice. One can sense little in life without the sacrifice to bring things out! Who will believe you! They are more turned to logic, but logic does not believe in inner paths – I find humour in the dashing turnings of logic here and there: for I have dared to spy on the stoic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPMPi3LfU9I/Te8-OnwXRuI/AAAAAAAAAsc/XPdeiCmQuGU/s1600/18-25+Why+people+do+not+believe+9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPMPi3LfU9I/Te8-OnwXRuI/AAAAAAAAAsc/XPdeiCmQuGU/s1600/18-25+Why+people+do+not+believe+9.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;One has to find a reason to keep going on, though there is much friction on such a path. But call this friction an idiot and a loser, put the moon with the sun into one’s scene – one can be too bright in life: do not fear to have shadows in one’s day to day. If every day is a challenge, let it be, paint more colour into one’s day scenes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Many do not believe me because they believe in different things, but these different things are not really different things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Philosophy does not have to be on an abstract tangent, you can use philosophy in spiritual self ontology but there has to be a believe in one’s own light and sense of purpose. I do use philosophy as my tool which nobody owns any rights to so I use it as a prayer to the light through which I discover my passion. Some may argue that true philosophy should be concerned about&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;consciousness and free will, but will these people ever learn to use their free will or explore their different levels of consciousness. It is well to study free-will but one must also respect the free-will of others, as well as their spirit of consciousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;18-25 Why people do not believe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Fear of the fog.- Has passion an identity crisis or is it a missing and vital step towards naked reality? Passion is foggy – the fog of the consciousness, it will never be taught at schools - science is clear and sharp, it gives electricity to homes (and electrocutes people), connects computers to a world wide web of non aesthetic contentment and fulfilment etc. Science has a sense of drive it is the new - like a rocket pointing to the stars but one always has to return to that sense of reality. That fog comes which many are so quick to ignore as it is like an embryonic liquid which soothes the soul. Yes, there are other ways to find peace – but peace comes at a price either on a personal level it is a naked peace, or on a national level it becomes a peace that lives in a cardboard box, basically a darker and abused kind of tranquillity create the lines that make this peace. However passion is a state of being, one is not posed one is like the night sky looking back: it is the night looking back at the day it is a sense of passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Passion is the blood of the soul. It feeds the soul. When the body is hurt the blood flows out and the body of the soul becomes weak. Whereas action is without thought and sense; the soul loses it’s belief in the creation and sense of flow. It is divorced from myths and out of its wounds passion flows out, but the soul does not cry: it just carries on….step after step, hour …. after hour, till the body is no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Faith in one’s soul is a sacred kind of vanity, such madness is also a prayer. There is also the faith of lost causes – many sacrifice nothing for their beliefs. Is not sacrifice….. the beginning, the desert between, the sign posts and the landing to the other shore: sacrifice is the twilight zone, the belief in unbelief. Whereas faith can be many things, but what can be many things can also be dust and a shallow road that pretends to go somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Fake Angels.- The question is not about why we do not believe, many confuse the light for dark. Lightness needs the contrast of darkness before it fuses to the sacred-nil ness then the soul becomes a black hole absorbing the light in its purist form, but to others it is seen as darkness in the sky-scenes of living. People see the lightness as fondness, they call it what pleases them, the light – any idea, any path is the light because they are a torch – this artificial light is darkness. There must be a believe in the struggle, many intelligent people are not smart, and some lesser intelligent people understand that intelligence is not smartness; being more open minded to the weather of life. And even fake angels have their place, lightness without darkness is lonely ness, or on a kinder stance it is empty ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;What do people want.- Essentially people want luck in their lives, perhaps some will not want their inertia in life to fade. In my sense a loser can become a winner, it is part of a cycle. I do not see the loser as one with bad luck, but luck is part of a cycle. It is about keeping the inertia going, I guess there are different ways to keep the life force going. Many of my interests may be absurd to others, some too green or yellow, and others too dark or light but put them into the melting pot - a kind of internal nuclear plant and what was invalid becomes valid: many will not believe because it does not smell right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Somehow.- The truth is negation to people, expect little get little be little: turn little; but some how the best of us have passed to the next generation irrespective of people to moderate and simplify by draining life in the name of their ‘honest’ corruption. For some reason life is getting on in the spirit of passion, though blue tragedies are heard of and closer still, they are felt, but irrespective of the man, and woman’s negation the best of us is passed on: the infinity has not been tamed….the morning brings a new light….somehow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;The principle of negation, is about why people do not believe, and about why people want to fail. This can vary from a lack of accomplishments in one’s life and shortcomings. There may be a will to power but it would be a negation of the will to power, or a negation of the perception of the will to power. It could also be about not seeing the light, or being blind to the light for passion is an expression of the light: people may not see the light because they look directly at it and are blinded by it which can turn into a neurosis which is part of the principle of negation which also comes with a belief that they are the light for they do not know the light: this can be a reflection of the light seen in the aesthetic invention of our cities. Though this aesthetic light of invention does not point to passion but to its own glory, and this is not the being that opens one’s sense of being towards passion, which is a quiet sitting with an intuition that things are quietly working out with a sensual separation of the aesthetic light of the invention of the cities of our species on Earth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Commentary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;The question of belief is also a question of faith and sacrifice. One can sense little in life without the sacrifice to bring things out! Who will believe you! They are more turned to logic, but logic does not believe in inner paths – I find humour in the dashing turnings of logic here and there: for I have dared to spy on the stoic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;One has to find a reason to keep going on, though there is much friction on such a path. But call this friction an idiot and a loser, put the moon with the sun into one’s scene – one can be too bright in life: do not fear to have shadows in one’s day to day. If every day is a challenge, let it be, paint more colour into one’s day scenes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Many do not believe me because they believe in different things, but these different things are not really different things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Philosophy does not have to be on an abstract tangent, you can use philosophy in spiritual self ontology but there has to be a believe in one’s own light and sense of purpose. I do use philosophy as my tool which nobody owns any rights to so I use it as a prayer to the light through which I discover my passion. Some may argue that true philosophy should be concerned about&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;consciousness and free will, but will these people ever learn to use their free will or explore their different levels of consciousness. It is well to study free-will but one must also respect the free-will of others, as well as their spirit of consciousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oHJyTm0fLNA/Te8-XlU7zJI/AAAAAAAAAsg/5nYGungdhCk/s1600/18-25+Why+people+do+not+believe+10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oHJyTm0fLNA/Te8-XlU7zJI/AAAAAAAAAsg/5nYGungdhCk/s1600/18-25+Why+people+do+not+believe+10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; 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mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:"Franklin Gothic Book"; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;10-17 Theme – Autobiography - why do I exist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2XY_QLYlX9g/TcEXkMqfaFI/AAAAAAAAArY/b8PQJSue43w/s1600/10-16+Theme+%25E2%2580%2593+Autobiography+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2XY_QLYlX9g/TcEXkMqfaFI/AAAAAAAAArY/b8PQJSue43w/s320/10-16+Theme+%25E2%2580%2593+Autobiography+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;No purpose except to find purpose.- I did not know why - anything, for I was a little above average, in my lacking I was back to ground zero when I turned into an adult. If I tired to hold anything there were enough holes through me that my will would drain out irrespective of my dismay. But I had a day of light in summer and an aphorism came to me word by word. I said to myself that this is the wrong life that such things happen, well this is what some said, I guess. Some sensed something below the surface, and I may get a second glance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zUoSJjv6Lqw/TcEXs7oZBeI/AAAAAAAAArc/KM3m6YjtkOI/s1600/10-16+Theme+%25E2%2580%2593+Autobiography+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zUoSJjv6Lqw/TcEXs7oZBeI/AAAAAAAAArc/KM3m6YjtkOI/s320/10-16+Theme+%25E2%2580%2593+Autobiography+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Why am I in this fashion (to be read truthfully means to be an arrow to truth) – why am I like this; what is so worthy: why spend so much on something that most will misunderstand?? The answer is that one can be truly subtle to only oneself, and in the name of passion I should be subtle, in loudness I find less power. I do not oppose others but the untruth in others. To me the question of where I belong i.e. the question of belonging is of objectivity and subjectivity a scene of irony and rust in the mist of suburban dreams unsatisfied and arrogant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GkRhCtbvK5A/TcEX0x1oRgI/AAAAAAAAArg/voWPuXH02pY/s1600/10-16+Theme+%25E2%2580%2593+Autobiography+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GkRhCtbvK5A/TcEX0x1oRgI/AAAAAAAAArg/voWPuXH02pY/s320/10-16+Theme+%25E2%2580%2593+Autobiography+3.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;The desire to publish has to be without ego, even without mind, for the heart leads the mind. The heart holds the light, not the mind, instead of wanting followers one should follow oneself: to trust in one’s spirit of passion. Readers do make a work shine like a star but in the end it adds to nil, it is what one follows that makes one’s work shine, thus one frees oneself from the chains of prejudice and the ill souls near retirement ;; around of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft_V7mt2i78/TcEX8IRAueI/AAAAAAAAArk/nTjf_r1-ZUU/s1600/10-16+Theme+%25E2%2580%2593+Autobiography+4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ft_V7mt2i78/TcEX8IRAueI/AAAAAAAAArk/nTjf_r1-ZUU/s320/10-16+Theme+%25E2%2580%2593+Autobiography+4.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Wouldn’t it not be easy to keep going in circles.- The desire is for inner adventure is more imperative than being understood for me: as the desire for adventure gives something the worth, sense and right to be understood, I seek not to create a text book as self-help books seem. Not philosophy but human behaviour which is not psychology….though few choose to desire this with good reason, but good reason could be prejudiced with common sense to the degree of not being sense. There are much better writers but not in this style, but who can be so sensual in writing – how does one do this? I admit this work is about the contraction of the senses inward, not a reaching as is with many -- finding the maps to life inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VRmUcTHKImk/TcEYCr-QjFI/AAAAAAAAAro/aPsWR-W_gdc/s1600/10-16+Theme+%25E2%2580%2593+Autobiography+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VRmUcTHKImk/TcEYCr-QjFI/AAAAAAAAAro/aPsWR-W_gdc/s320/10-16+Theme+%25E2%2580%2593+Autobiography+5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;I have noticed that my philosophy of human behaviour is more human than any typical kind of philosophy that you will find in a teacher’s study room, a kind that may easily step out of the page and stare at you straight in the face. But in the nineteenth century philosopher’s also did not write by intellect alone and turned themselves inside out fuelled with determinism and will intent on changing at least halve of the western world, charged with philosophical texts from the far east.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-if9UIOAVh3s/TcEYI77QIzI/AAAAAAAAArs/FDLji-cMijA/s1600/10-16+Theme+%25E2%2580%2593+Autobiography+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-if9UIOAVh3s/TcEYI77QIzI/AAAAAAAAArs/FDLji-cMijA/s320/10-16+Theme+%25E2%2580%2593+Autobiography+6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Early aphorism.- As the watch dials move simply, so do simple actions occur from complicated precision. We are in a position where our thoughts seem to be blown away as the wind blows us cold and dries us from our mind. We live in life where people want to appear good more than they want to be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RY_lCKNZTF0/TcEYP_n8PII/AAAAAAAAArw/IsbLOtSSXRo/s1600/10-16+Theme+%25E2%2580%2593+Autobiography+7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RY_lCKNZTF0/TcEYP_n8PII/AAAAAAAAArw/IsbLOtSSXRo/s320/10-16+Theme+%25E2%2580%2593+Autobiography+7.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Another early aphorism.- Watch the wheel of the water mill and the friction of the journey of the waves and you will experience the internal friction of such journeys that I write of and how close to nature my idea is, a truly natural idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fcMt2fkkSN8/TcEYYuRFuXI/AAAAAAAAAr0/5xO_A8QhFtY/s1600/10-16+Theme+%25E2%2580%2593+Autobiography+8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fcMt2fkkSN8/TcEYYuRFuXI/AAAAAAAAAr0/5xO_A8QhFtY/s320/10-16+Theme+%25E2%2580%2593+Autobiography+8.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;From an early poem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;The colour of my time is black:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;In the wind we hear the wind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Also something that is not in the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;For one to feel innocent, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;One must feel guilt inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Happiness is the feel of the sparkle in the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OofSf3xuZ8o/TcEYhfOhaHI/AAAAAAAAAr4/wPDcEV_H5do/s1600/10-16+Theme+%25E2%2580%2593+Autobiography+10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OofSf3xuZ8o/TcEYhfOhaHI/AAAAAAAAAr4/wPDcEV_H5do/s320/10-16+Theme+%25E2%2580%2593+Autobiography+10.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Why one exists is about asking one to define their happiness, and not (really) how they make money. This last aphorism in the theme of autobiography is about defining my own happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Commentary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;These last three early aphorisms of my twenties carry my initial inertia; to be honest these were only drafts which I credited with more than I should have – but important yet very small steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;There is a temptation to write well about oneself, but it is a step closer to power and many a man or woman of good and evil have been corrupted by power to believe that one is a force of power to others in the name of strength – there have been many revolts in the Arab world starting from Tunisia in early 2011 against such rulers, who may have had the best of intentions at the start. Rot, noise, and power corrupts rulers as well as the work area….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-4496316710582660288?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/4496316710582660288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=4496316710582660288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/4496316710582660288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/4496316710582660288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2011/05/saga-continues-10-17.html' title='The Saga Continues 10-17'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2XY_QLYlX9g/TcEXkMqfaFI/AAAAAAAAArY/b8PQJSue43w/s72-c/10-16+Theme+%25E2%2580%2593+Autobiography+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-7733469786273094422</id><published>2011-02-20T07:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-20T07:49:05.104Z</updated><title type='text'>four - NINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;4 to 9 : Theme of Why&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lpb82XrdtCU/TWDF3TPLDvI/AAAAAAAAAq4/wlKtteuvuuM/s1600/4-1++Colours+Of+The+Self.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lpb82XrdtCU/TWDF3TPLDvI/AAAAAAAAAq4/wlKtteuvuuM/s320/4-1++Colours+Of+The+Self.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Why world? Why universe? Why me – pick on somebody else? Science does not say, why universe, but how universe? An approach, with sufficient merit and funding. Why universe is a philosophical version of the question how universe, it is more personal, for many wake up in the wee hours with ‘why’ being addressed with the seriousness and bluntness of a bullet. And…. in the day left with no purpose and scope to the universe and thoughts drift from the big bang and becoming a gun in life. Bang….etc. And one will dive back into life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aeooE9-iktk/TWDGHzrvbaI/AAAAAAAAAq8/m1T8EjCdXBo/s1600/4-2++Colours+Of+The+Self.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aeooE9-iktk/TWDGHzrvbaI/AAAAAAAAAq8/m1T8EjCdXBo/s320/4-2++Colours+Of+The+Self.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Though ‘how’ concerns a few people who can afford such dedicated scientific enquiry ‘why’ concerns everybody. In essence this is what freedom means, it is the power to say ‘why’ in one’s life, collectively a repressed people would fight and sacrifice many to experience this wondering. This kind of philosophy is important as many do not have the resources and the time to work out the ‘how’ of life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85NSpPdNzP0/TWDGKAzSn_I/AAAAAAAAArA/cUA-8TC0AjA/s1600/4-3++Colours+Of+The+Self.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85NSpPdNzP0/TWDGKAzSn_I/AAAAAAAAArA/cUA-8TC0AjA/s320/4-3++Colours+Of+The+Self.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Spirituality is likened to passion but it is expressed by its purpose in its nature and perspective. It is extended by passion in the wee hours of the night&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;as the world is awakened to its creation. The blue of the night, where no shadow befriends; stats (of how many of this and that) are ignored as they are so worshipped by others, but the past always creaks like a demon crawling in a haunted house.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1J_2ydRqq_o/TWDGMrbUa8I/AAAAAAAAArE/qatT6JnAYuk/s1600/4-4++Colours+Of+The+Self.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1J_2ydRqq_o/TWDGMrbUa8I/AAAAAAAAArE/qatT6JnAYuk/s320/4-4++Colours+Of+The+Self.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Purpose is about integration, not interrogation with life, the inner connection. The connection with the inner and outer – the balance that sways with the ironic waves of life, but being subdued to the depths of a demon. Still some fantasy persists, yet it can be an enemy or friend, hope or despair, union or disintegration, subject or object: in the wild storm, thoughts drift, why me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m9_lRLAaIbg/TWDGOmrfaFI/AAAAAAAAArI/jPFL2MgoOWo/s1600/4-5++Colours+Of+The+Self.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m9_lRLAaIbg/TWDGOmrfaFI/AAAAAAAAArI/jPFL2MgoOWo/s320/4-5++Colours+Of+The+Self.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Why universe, means why be a part of the universe; because it gives meaning to the idea of the whole - the universe. Though the science and the meaning of the universe are two separate parts of the whole. The meaning is the desire, and the science is the question – desire gives purpose to science: I exist because I give purpose to the sun: this is my energy: finding the right kind of honesty, or connecting with the right kind of friction* with others.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfG2aXfojNY/TWDGQcSuttI/AAAAAAAAArM/O3xbT7FJPwg/s1600/4-6++Colours+Of+The+Self.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfG2aXfojNY/TWDGQcSuttI/AAAAAAAAArM/O3xbT7FJPwg/s320/4-6++Colours+Of+The+Self.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;One does not find any meaning in life, for the act of finding is noisy. One needs silence to land with passion, but the pilot is the meaning of one’s life. When one looks at the day in the mist of the morn one sees one living in different parts of the day, it is not too far a thought to see one being in different moments of the day. I sense people with heavy expressions finding difficulty tolerating minorities, but that is why light expression is valued, and heavy expression is seen as a path that befriends both lightness and darkness: the silence lives next to light expression. The noise of people leaks out in their actions and one can even hear their thinking, though they believe they are not making noise: but the will is not a noise like an engine!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U1Dj1aRqA0s/TWDGTSq5X_I/AAAAAAAAArQ/OOxdEWz-2O4/s1600/4-7++Colours+Of+The+Self.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U1Dj1aRqA0s/TWDGTSq5X_I/AAAAAAAAArQ/OOxdEWz-2O4/s320/4-7++Colours+Of+The+Self.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Why questions one’s existence, why is one living today – what is one’s hidden purpose. Forget Why universe – why me? Where is the footprint of my soul?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Commentary (vs. Footnote)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Having some material success in a recession, I found friction in my sense of the essence in abstract terms - essentially one needs the other but only on the surface do their waves crash with different currents. Aphorisms have to be written in a certain seriousness, with may be a little difficult to understand simply because they are so transparent and concise, but the commentary adds a more common sense expression of angle, without losing the original exactness of the expression. Though most philosophical books have small foot-notes that try to make things more clear and concise, and in most cases are ignored because they are more difficult to understand.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JuzWANOdnKk/TWDGVqxk2qI/AAAAAAAAArU/6tAdsyMhksA/s1600/4-8++Colours+Of+The+Self.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JuzWANOdnKk/TWDGVqxk2qI/AAAAAAAAArU/6tAdsyMhksA/s320/4-8++Colours+Of+The+Self.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;*There is also a play of words as friction with others, double meaning is without friction there can be fiction with others instead of being factual with others.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;At the end of writing this some one close, and like a real father dies. He helped me to develop my writing….so I dedicated this aphorism to him. May he reincarnate to a great life full of joy and an abundance of wealth.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;During the writing of this I was thinking about newness vs. freshness, yang vs. yin or buying as an illusion of extending oneself to renew oneself into something smaller vs. the freshness of existence of extending oneself on all horizons of life. This is basically about buying on the net – the addiction of it. Though while writing this aphorism I have observed people with seas larger than mine, but very shallow: newness is the shower of inertia, but freshness is the vastness of existence.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Is philosophy the self-help of a higher road till it becomes institutionalised - note Nietzsche’s higher man, and Aristotle on Ethics….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-7733469786273094422?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/7733469786273094422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=7733469786273094422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/7733469786273094422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/7733469786273094422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2011/02/four-nine.html' title='four - NINE'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lpb82XrdtCU/TWDF3TPLDvI/AAAAAAAAAq4/wlKtteuvuuM/s72-c/4-1++Colours+Of+The+Self.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-9010464104702204968</id><published>2011-02-03T11:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-03T11:52:26.929Z</updated><title type='text'>Montaigne PODCAST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="" name="VIII."&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TUqWz-PZkhI/AAAAAAAAAq0/xAsLsYc7PVQ/s1600/Montaigne+thinking-time.blogspot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TUqWz-PZkhI/AAAAAAAAAq0/xAsLsYc7PVQ/s1600/Montaigne+thinking-time.blogspot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOWNLOAD THE PODCAST :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/podcasts/series/greatlives"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/podcasts/series/greatlives&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To what vanity does the good opinion we have of ourselves push us? The most regular and most perfect soul in the world has but too much to do to keep itself upright, and from being overthrown by its own weakness. There is not one of a thousand that is right and settled so much as one minute in a whole life, and that may not very well doubt, whether according to her natural condition she ever can be; but to join constancy to it is her utmost perfection; I mean when nothing should jostle and discompose her, which a thousand accidents may do. 'Tis to much purpose that the great poet Lucretius keeps such a clatter with his philosophy, when, behold! he goes mad with a love philter. Is it to be imagined that an apoplexy will not stun Socrates as well as a porter? Some men have forgotten their own names by the violence of a disease; and a slight wound has turned the judgment of others topsey-turvey. Let him be as wise as he will, after all he is but a man; and than that what is there more frail, more miserable, or more nothing? Wisdom does not force our natural dispositions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-9010464104702204968?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/9010464104702204968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=9010464104702204968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/9010464104702204968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/9010464104702204968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2011/02/montaigne-podcast.html' title='Montaigne PODCAST'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TUqWz-PZkhI/AAAAAAAAAq0/xAsLsYc7PVQ/s72-c/Montaigne+thinking-time.blogspot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-2605813023808884988</id><published>2011-01-14T07:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-14T07:16:22.636Z</updated><title type='text'>3 IS A MAGIC NUMBER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TS_3LXVLvLI/AAAAAAAAAqY/g24SF07QQ50/s1600/3+Colours+Of+The+Self.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TS_3LXVLvLI/AAAAAAAAAqY/g24SF07QQ50/s320/3+Colours+Of+The+Self.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;3&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;The heart beat’s silent shadow and the health of the body vs. the health of the soul.- The ripples of accidents are strange karmic currents; life follows itself as if it is likened to some cosmic order with waves driven to a heart beat that is not felt or seen by doctors or nurses. As a pendulum throws itself from one side to the other as time changes, the heart beat measures life not time: we sense its shadow….in the very order of meaning.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TS_3ZatFM-I/AAAAAAAAAqc/P3zMl5plNpg/s1600/3+Colours+Of+The+Self-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TS_3ZatFM-I/AAAAAAAAAqc/P3zMl5plNpg/s320/3+Colours+Of+The+Self-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;There is the beat behind the things done that matter and there is the other beat where we do things by habit, things that we do behind the things that matter. More often the things of the self are put in the category of not that important – simply because we are a little weary and somebody is calling for you in the distant fog of day to day living.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TS_3gq067kI/AAAAAAAAAqg/fkPTAQIfnJI/s1600/3+Colours+Of+The+Self-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TS_3gq067kI/AAAAAAAAAqg/fkPTAQIfnJI/s320/3+Colours+Of+The+Self-3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;The shadow of the heartbeat, is the ontological expression of our living, but not of our existence. The expression of our existence is the void, the silence – it is not a shadow: our inner rhythm which has no sound. That vibration in us that goes beyond fingerprints and through blood – the shadow of the heartbeat: the fingerprint of the soul.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TS_3u-Dk31I/AAAAAAAAAqk/j1G1PjZObn4/s1600/3+Colours+Of+The+Self-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TS_3u-Dk31I/AAAAAAAAAqk/j1G1PjZObn4/s320/3+Colours+Of+The+Self-4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;(image was taken by D-thinker.com)&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Commentary&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;An aphorism that is difficult to understand, but it is not heavy expression - a light expression – is it not; trying to understand it is like trying to see the width of a falling leaf. One can understand that one plus one is the sum of both, it is an elementary feel this understanding; but nobody can understand that E=MC2 as there are many steps here: perhaps for an instance one can imagine that one understands it. The perception of imagining one understands something is an understanding of the imagination. This is something different from Newton’s sense of understanding yes F equals MA, but who can merge with such understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TS_4PV_a8oI/AAAAAAAAAqo/qaR2jfLtj-w/s1600/3+Colours+Of+The+Self-5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TS_4PV_a8oI/AAAAAAAAAqo/qaR2jfLtj-w/s320/3+Colours+Of+The+Self-5.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Some early notes, an embryo version:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;There is no detail in the road of life, the detail in the road is detail. There is no understanding, what we have understood was understood.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-2605813023808884988?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2605813023808884988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=2605813023808884988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/2605813023808884988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/2605813023808884988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2011/01/3-is-magic-number.html' title='3 IS A MAGIC NUMBER'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TS_3LXVLvLI/AAAAAAAAAqY/g24SF07QQ50/s72-c/3+Colours+Of+The+Self.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-2217855009541831511</id><published>2010-12-22T07:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-22T08:25:50.448Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><title type='text'>TWO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TRG04gbCIkI/AAAAAAAAAqI/vQG4SEBb7Dk/s1600/2-4+Colours+Of+The+Self.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="204" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TRG04gbCIkI/AAAAAAAAAqI/vQG4SEBb7Dk/s320/2-4+Colours+Of+The+Self.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;2&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TRG0-wozeiI/AAAAAAAAAqM/UOrP8Za4zmI/s1600/2-5+Colours+Of+The+Self.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="204" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TRG0-wozeiI/AAAAAAAAAqM/UOrP8Za4zmI/s320/2-5+Colours+Of+The+Self.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;A fear of spiritual paths.- A fear of actually doing anything that is both significant and insignificant, a fear of compromising within - as if one is trapped in a web of karmic riddles of hesitating with fear. Trying to face one fear, brings another fear – it is the act of risking one’s life, the will to make one’s life count. Hence this is the path between extremes, there is no risk, because one is trying to face risks, and is trying to free oneself from the box of fears.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TRG0RAAilyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/QYhsKCDdH1I/s1600/2+Colours+Of+The+Self.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TRG0RAAilyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/QYhsKCDdH1I/s320/2+Colours+Of+The+Self.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Paths are order, this should not sound like nonsense, but because it sounds like nonsense it becomes philosophical. It follows that if paths are order, then order must be created – leading to my&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;maxim:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;A path of order is created through an inner path of chaos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TRG0ZlSyiLI/AAAAAAAAAp8/EOjx-nxYRVk/s1600/2-1+Colours+Of+The+Self.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TRG0ZlSyiLI/AAAAAAAAAp8/EOjx-nxYRVk/s320/2-1+Colours+Of+The+Self.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Commentary&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;The importance of thinking is not being philosophical, it is self-duty and runs in the same logic as work and rest in the day. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TRG0hdotGKI/AAAAAAAAAqA/g3uIl8XcRBw/s1600/2-2+Colours+Of+The+Self.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TRG0hdotGKI/AAAAAAAAAqA/g3uIl8XcRBw/s320/2-2+Colours+Of+The+Self.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;At the time of writing this aphorism I was reflecting that people go to sleep in the winter on a sub-conscious level, though collectively they may not every several or so years. Subtle as it is this broader wake and sleep cycle….but getting back to aphorism 2, which adds honesty to paths!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TRG1nVLI41I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/trXLhNFdgBg/s1600/2-6+Colours+Of+The+Self.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TRG1nVLI41I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/trXLhNFdgBg/s320/2-6+Colours+Of+The+Self.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Such things have not been despatched by their passion,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;instead appear to be assumed to be addressed in our modern age of global internet surfing, but have not; ethics is not understood. People repeat themselves socially, in the vanity of a recession in the style of robotic art. I should add another maxim, and explain things further, people are afraid of plain honesty:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Plain honesty is naked reality.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;s&gt;N UNCOMPRESSED&lt;/s&gt; png:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pictures.d-thinker.com/sky%20in%20viel%20%28Aut%2009%29.png"&gt;http://pictures.d-thinker.com/sky%20in%20viel%20%28Aut%2009%29.png&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-2217855009541831511?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2217855009541831511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=2217855009541831511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/2217855009541831511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/2217855009541831511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2010/12/two.html' title='TWO'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TRG04gbCIkI/AAAAAAAAAqI/vQG4SEBb7Dk/s72-c/2-4+Colours+Of+The+Self.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-3090861528090213193</id><published>2010-12-08T10:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-08T10:01:16.458Z</updated><title type='text'>1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TP9Wh1jfrDI/AAAAAAAAApg/guUKkFlgjjM/s1600/1+Colours+Of+The+Self.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TP9Wh1jfrDI/AAAAAAAAApg/guUKkFlgjjM/s320/1+Colours+Of+The+Self.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Spiritual trust .- This path of passionate stutter is not a sharp dangerous edge towards a black hole - it is the silent trust, a different direction to pathological trust: things will work out because I am me…. The path to normality in this black age in the history of man is the razor’s edge of harsh reality, a dark room, but it is one’s life – too precious not to risk an aphorism or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TP9W1fn2yTI/AAAAAAAAApk/Bf9sKFR7Yc4/s1600/1-1+Colours+Of+The+Self.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TP9W1fn2yTI/AAAAAAAAApk/Bf9sKFR7Yc4/s320/1-1+Colours+Of+The+Self.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px;"&gt;The sense of passion, drifts along the waves of thought and cares not to the manners of normality (sinking instead into a mermaids’ sub-conscious), for it is the silent trust of oneself that counts far more than the normality of this feels the best thing to do, a kind of add up, and mean of popular, and not so popular ethics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TP9XCVhzDgI/AAAAAAAAApo/Wizrh1OaNT4/s1600/1-2+Colours+Of+The+Self.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TP9XCVhzDgI/AAAAAAAAApo/Wizrh1OaNT4/s320/1-2+Colours+Of+The+Self.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Commentary&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Blue is the colour of morning, as it has high energy. When the day has started….trust is in the day….will everything be alright? What will occur? This aphorism is the reason for this my second book, against general living, purpose defining aphorisms of a lighter expression.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TP9XP-oulpI/AAAAAAAAAps/rjU7J4popLY/s1600/1-3+Colours+Of+The+Self.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TP9XP-oulpI/AAAAAAAAAps/rjU7J4popLY/s320/1-3+Colours+Of+The+Self.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Proof that blue has a higher energy than red, a night colour:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast;"&gt;Using the formula:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;photon energy (&lt;i&gt;E&lt;/i&gt;) = Planck constant (&lt;i&gt;h&lt;/i&gt;) * frequency (ƒ) Blue has a higher frequency than red. Since&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;h&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;is constant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;increases as ƒ increases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-3090861528090213193?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/3090861528090213193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=3090861528090213193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/3090861528090213193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/3090861528090213193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2010/12/1.html' title='1'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TP9Wh1jfrDI/AAAAAAAAApg/guUKkFlgjjM/s72-c/1+Colours+Of+The+Self.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-2808222749359578030</id><published>2010-11-18T11:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-18T11:01:32.678Z</updated><title type='text'>My New Project:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://colours-of-the-self.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://colours-of-the-self.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, it is a new book,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Forbidden Truth has been completed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-2808222749359578030?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2808222749359578030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=2808222749359578030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/2808222749359578030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/2808222749359578030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-new-project.html' title='My New Project:'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-6102462453252069144</id><published>2010-11-06T10:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-06T10:43:07.418Z</updated><title type='text'>ON SOLVING LIFE PROBLEMS 597</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;597&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Under Water Reflection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TNUwBWZtLhI/AAAAAAAAAo8/X2fEJJNzW-k/s1600/597+one.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TNUwBWZtLhI/AAAAAAAAAo8/X2fEJJNzW-k/s320/597+one.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PRELUDE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One swims into the consciousness – drifts with life! Yet one feels one is in a valley....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bed of ancient ruins – with a black sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TNUwOkhPdAI/AAAAAAAAApA/vvCXc7RJTdI/s1600/597+one+one.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TNUwOkhPdAI/AAAAAAAAApA/vvCXc7RJTdI/s320/597+one+one.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aphorism&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One must acquire internal summary of relection, but not just from looking over one’s reflection on the surface of the river of life experiences but from the sense of looking from under water to the light muddled by ripples. Memories provide windows into experiences related to the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look at memories from life looking inward, we reflect on the path of life triggered by a newness drifting into a vinyl scratched memory, we should also reflect on memories by reflection looking from the soul to the memories of our life, and not just the senses looking at a memory in a sentimental moment; reflecting from under water is not aesthetic it is an abstraction of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TNUwbi9mwcI/AAAAAAAAApI/cP0SSHZq8bM/s1600/597+two.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="204" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TNUwbi9mwcI/AAAAAAAAApI/cP0SSHZq8bM/s320/597+two.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Commentary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love will still sweat, even without negativity and the harshness within beauty (for nothing is ugly). One must explore things from different angles. How many become so obvious, &lt;s&gt;with&lt;/s&gt; cups full to the brim, yet there is still hope. Is reality so harsh, or do we need empty cups, for there must be room for internal reflection of the order of spiritual philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much advice, but is it adventurous buying i.e. adventurous taking: smile! Laugh! Talk more! Live more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TNUwmRUudXI/AAAAAAAAApM/QNBd-w_s2OU/s1600/597++two+two.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="204" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TNUwmRUudXI/AAAAAAAAApM/QNBd-w_s2OU/s320/597++two+two.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-6102462453252069144?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6102462453252069144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=6102462453252069144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/6102462453252069144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/6102462453252069144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-solving-life-problems-597.html' title='ON SOLVING LIFE PROBLEMS 597'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TNUwBWZtLhI/AAAAAAAAAo8/X2fEJJNzW-k/s72-c/597+one.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-6749346380887225571</id><published>2010-09-29T12:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T12:25:31.378+01:00</updated><title type='text'>596 - Life goes on, with no breaks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TKMhoKmybtI/AAAAAAAAAow/0DV0BHzUJi0/s1600/596+THE+FORBIDDEN+TRUTH+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="190" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TKMhoKmybtI/AAAAAAAAAow/0DV0BHzUJi0/s320/596+THE+FORBIDDEN+TRUTH+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;The GPS of the soul – the inner pathos of direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Inspiration is about being pushed by a force of influence in the style of control that stimulates the will, but what is the meaning of the above – where is this above, or higher ground in the psyche of living (for are there co-ordinates in the psyche of North and South) and how does it transcend? How can we make distant aims in life? Who can make such steady aim – it is why many fail…. Or should I hoard ideas in the name of cowardice, never to write again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Commentary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Three maxims from my early twenties in reference to GPS location in life:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;One&lt;/b&gt;.-The aesthetic formula is the metaphor; perhaps nature has its own metaphors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;How many metaphors are motivated by the swing of nature - the metaphor is a way of mapping our situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two&lt;/b&gt;.-Lies mature faster than wine, consider the weeds of nature. Consider how some people seem to mature? Youth sees such things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;This is making a point,&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;it is easy to get lost&lt;/i&gt;, and when one is lost there is no map!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three&lt;/b&gt;.-By artificially trying to create a path, one achieves a freedom of spirit without the ego and the unconscious realizes “Wild Is Thy Wind!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;If one is so lost in life, and directions spin like a weather vane in a storm one must create a path, which has never been walked upon. But one has to first have a realization that one is lost, an awakening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TKMhyhENpNI/AAAAAAAAAo0/xVpeZm4Hq64/s1600/596+THE+FORBIDDEN+TRUTH+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="90" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TKMhyhENpNI/AAAAAAAAAo0/xVpeZm4Hq64/s320/596+THE+FORBIDDEN+TRUTH+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-6749346380887225571?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6749346380887225571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=6749346380887225571&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/6749346380887225571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/6749346380887225571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2010/09/596-life-goes-on-with-no-breaks.html' title='596 - Life goes on, with no breaks!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TKMhoKmybtI/AAAAAAAAAow/0DV0BHzUJi0/s72-c/596+THE+FORBIDDEN+TRUTH+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-4897218208834375118</id><published>2010-09-15T09:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T10:03:20.963+01:00</updated><title type='text'>595 and I still have not ran out of things to think about</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TJCKaF18b1I/AAAAAAAAAog/uAoRQ-7_xtI/s1600/595+THE+FORBIDDEN+TRUTH+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TJCKaF18b1I/AAAAAAAAAog/uAoRQ-7_xtI/s320/595+THE+FORBIDDEN+TRUTH+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;595&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind the chaos of life; beyond the whispering echo of society. - What if we could lift up the curtain of life – to see life stripped of all present (confusion of ….) illusion to reveal the actual intents of life. Behind what we see are the reasons of our living, seeing and breathing. Nothing to do with Freudian unconsciousness, but some other science, what about the unconsciousness of life. What if we could see the unconsciousness of life as characters in a play? Not for realizations, but some other approach? If only we could see the external hands that come towards us if we are pieces in some other dimension as a game. It is something for later….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For life imposes on us, in the same way that our dreams, desires and wants impose on others. We need to compose ourselves, so our imperfections are perceived with perfect perception. Never to fall short: one must give with heart, it is no fault to give more than one can receive – it is not the fault of giving but the fault of taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Commentary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One and a half weeks have past just playing with an apad, the Google version of the ipad. I will be on my first true holiday in the sense of leisure for many years on the 4th of October 2010, so no more posts till the next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sexist word manager is actually bad English as it means to manage people not work. But his is what happens, people are managed, and not work, people are managed in the name of work, not work is managed in the name of workers. So the word needs work and should be altered to workager, and worker would become iworker (joke).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is interesting that managers do not manage their lives, perhaps managing anything else is too close to work, and they would want to be more informal outside of work. They do manage their feelings oddly, but managing fears, is not facing fears - just clever thinking, which is as common as mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;595&lt;/span&gt;, or close to it consider that we have virtual space on the net, and we have our physical spaces i.e. work and home, but there are other spaces such as our privacy where people can be guests or restricted. Perhaps we have virtual spaces spiritually? Though the idea of heaven is a spiritual space we are not connected to it personally in a spiritual way, but perhaps in an abstract way - there are other spaces, but not in the Kantian sense. For space is connected to the physical sense, as what is &lt;i&gt;around of it&lt;/i&gt;, or enclosed by it. This definition fails to explain our most valuable type of space, privacy; such spaces exist in another dimension of reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TJCKyknkhsI/AAAAAAAAAoo/wRGGo3r488E/s1600/595+THE+FORBIDDEN+TRUTH+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TJCKyknkhsI/AAAAAAAAAoo/wRGGo3r488E/s320/595+THE+FORBIDDEN+TRUTH+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-4897218208834375118?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/4897218208834375118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=4897218208834375118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/4897218208834375118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/4897218208834375118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2010/09/595-and-i-still-have-not-ran-out-of.html' title='595 and I still have not ran out of things to think about'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TJCKaF18b1I/AAAAAAAAAog/uAoRQ-7_xtI/s72-c/595+THE+FORBIDDEN+TRUTH+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-889260921212141017</id><published>2010-08-28T13:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T13:48:34.634+01:00</updated><title type='text'>594 Philosophically I Must Be On The Dark Side Of The Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/THkEmTfwFVI/AAAAAAAAAoI/qnQ4h-lCZNQ/s1600/594+the+forbidden+truth++blogspot+com+1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/THkEmTfwFVI/AAAAAAAAAoI/qnQ4h-lCZNQ/s400/594+the+forbidden+truth++blogspot+com+1.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;extract of 594&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #cc0000;"&gt;594&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Atmosphere pretends to be a mist.- In the mist of our day to day business, we drive through on the seat of habit, a drug of the conscious. The most common habit is walking as we are either moving towards or away from something. Passion is the internal walking, the walking that sees no path; in essence it is pure freedom.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Your actions and voice are consequences of your soul, which determine how people handle atmosphere, and awareness comes from irritability induced by the mist. There is a hidden clock within us, a hidden clock in our unconscious; it lies in the cloudy mists of our presence.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Commentary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;I did a collection of notes called Freedom from the Rules of Life in my early twenties, though not worthy to be published. Nevertheless they are worth integrating into this chapter. So from aphorism 594 it will be a walking stick…. Money wise, I am taking a gamble – one needs practicality with work in life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;There is so much between the mind and heart that the world has not seen. Don’t people think that something is missing – a natural union between passion and ourselves. How many people feel that they will fall apart in the middle of the day? This aphorism addresses the spirit.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/THkFaOAPICI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/b00EmsS1z0Q/s1600/594+the+forbidden+truth++blogspot+com+2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/THkFaOAPICI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/b00EmsS1z0Q/s400/594+the+forbidden+truth++blogspot+com+2.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-889260921212141017?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/889260921212141017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=889260921212141017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/889260921212141017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/889260921212141017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2010/08/594-philosophically-i-must-be-on-dark.html' title='594 Philosophically I Must Be On The Dark Side Of The Moon'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/THkEmTfwFVI/AAAAAAAAAoI/qnQ4h-lCZNQ/s72-c/594+the+forbidden+truth++blogspot+com+1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-9072708179892171837</id><published>2010-08-17T23:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T23:52:09.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'>593 is about complexity which is nothing to do with IQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TGsROZCZdNI/AAAAAAAAAn4/coMiTJzEBVc/s1600/593+THEFORBIDDENTRUTH.JPEG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TGsROZCZdNI/AAAAAAAAAn4/coMiTJzEBVc/s320/593+THEFORBIDDENTRUTH.JPEG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;593&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being alone and the nature of complexity.- The desire of being in essence is living life by connection – observing the natural connections day by day; the sense of where one is in life….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking without desire, without thought; yet a sponge to passion uniting one’s horizon with the horizon of oneself looking into the distant future in mystic light: yet humble to one’s shadow and to God’s complex reflections in the conscious watery tranquilities of dimensions. Ah, never complain about the complexity of God, but be contently annoyed at the complexity of life; nod to the world as if the sun rises and falls in some obscure way or connection. The complexity of unknown feeling, of unknown things is the very nature of complex, but complexity is not detail, nor depth; but paths not created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being alone one connects to the surface of oneself, being with others one connects to the surface of others. When circumstances and situations change one connects in different ways. But being more complex is seeing one’s passion, when eyes become mirrors to one: when the will is introverted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commentary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This aphorism is about allowing life to become more complex, and to create paths where no paths exist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two points, firstly to think with passion is to think so inertly that the brain is not used (one does &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; think in a normal sense), to think inside the body and not to think by the body. What is being in a state of complexity but multi-tasking, not multi-doing, allowing the will to be wild. As being of a will, is being in focus which is simply about concentration, the will must become more faceted for individual pathos to be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TGsRRIbfCSI/AAAAAAAAAoA/TN59jKgCPrY/s1600/593+THEFORBIDDENTRUTH+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TGsRRIbfCSI/AAAAAAAAAoA/TN59jKgCPrY/s320/593+THEFORBIDDENTRUTH+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-9072708179892171837?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/9072708179892171837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=9072708179892171837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/9072708179892171837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/9072708179892171837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2010/08/593-is-about-complexity-which-is.html' title='593 is about complexity which is nothing to do with IQ'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TGsROZCZdNI/AAAAAAAAAn4/coMiTJzEBVc/s72-c/593+THEFORBIDDENTRUTH.JPEG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-8209843354025400539</id><published>2010-07-26T13:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T13:59:35.364+01:00</updated><title type='text'>592</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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 &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Forgetful we are, and how much we want to be, but the unconsciousness never forgets, every moment is carved in the path we walk, spirals of hypocrisy, or spirals of truth. Every breath rises to the heavens, and every sigh negates our desires. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Passion de-humidifiers the world and cools our inner air; frees us away from the cage of empathy, and one’s indifference to it. We watch our feelings like silent ghosts, we truly ignore our feelings. Through passion we tune to the frequency of ourselves: one should feel like oneself, and not as one once felt; one should feel as one is.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;Commentary&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;The cage of empathy is basically a group of people that allow no diversity. A group based on sameness, empathy is so extreme it becomes a cage, and few other emotions are permissible. It is an example of how the ego betrays the soul – am I swimming into spiritual waters here in a work of philosophy? One last word is that multi-culture is in its lower level an expression of sameness, but Individualism simply dissects the sameness: it plays with it, but does not bow to it. For sameness does not need to be expressed, but rearranged: only differences are expressed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-8209843354025400539?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8209843354025400539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=8209843354025400539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/8209843354025400539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/8209843354025400539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2010/07/592.html' title='592'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TE2GkUZ4kwI/AAAAAAAAAmY/cW77q96BdVU/s72-c/592+the+forbidden+truth+.blogspot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-2656282456305483960</id><published>2010-07-11T10:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T10:15:28.414+01:00</updated><title type='text'>591 the forbidden truth july 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TDmKmtw9IxI/AAAAAAAAAl8/lJpiOl2dudY/s1600/591+the+forbidden+truth+july+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TDmKmtw9IxI/AAAAAAAAAl8/lJpiOl2dudY/s320/591+the+forbidden+truth+july+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;591&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being alive, but in what sense of being alive?-The desire to control is a hunger for passion – like an arm reaching from the dimness of a faint soul. Such a soul’s light can barely be felt which is cradled by a pat on the back by one’s kind: you have honour, we respect you….. They utter bowing. I have to admit my passion is not seen by most, but was noticeable by very faint souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father lies to son, mother lies to daughter. The soul cries, I want life get me out of here, push me out. But out of where because where you are is who you are - know thyself; you are not being deceived but have become deception. One can reach to passion too late, but in such a state one knows I know something about something, but then it is too late. You may ignore passion, and yes there is personality in you – maybe…. Personality is the aesthetic of the soul. But better to have more, than less….though having more is always about having less: though not in the cultural sense but in the aesthetic sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commentary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The faint souls have their chant; the individual has to tackle the ball past their cultural sameness. They see no passion in the collective ring, but there is nothing wrong with sameness, it lies in a feeling to belong, the old feeling of home. But does not the individual come from that same place? One finds sameness before one finds individuality, maybe like a bird flying home in the winter, the individual also flies to the sameness, but its pathos has changed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been much change in my life, I cannot even recognize myself. This aphorism is psychological for it is about the sameness in a group, the pathos of the sameness, and the freedom in the group….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-2656282456305483960?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2656282456305483960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=2656282456305483960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/2656282456305483960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/2656282456305483960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2010/07/591-forbidden-truth-july-2010.html' title='591 the forbidden truth july 2010'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TDmKmtw9IxI/AAAAAAAAAl8/lJpiOl2dudY/s72-c/591+the+forbidden+truth+july+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-2447477058614284710</id><published>2010-06-08T07:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T09:21:00.007+01:00</updated><title type='text'>590 - nearly 600, but I will not rush my writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TA3pOeasoiI/AAAAAAAAAlk/WDUaMAlds60/s1600/590+The+Forbidden+Truth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="183" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TA3pOeasoiI/AAAAAAAAAlk/WDUaMAlds60/s320/590+The+Forbidden+Truth.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;590&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non evasive answers and inner motivation.- Everything must …. I guess  have some kind of answer which stops questions: the answers that express  dances of the soul – only in the fire of passion such answers are  found; as there are too many answers that still the mind to a dull  trance. One is asking the right questions, because the questions are in  us, we are the questions, our days: our lives: our unconscious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lightening came from a grayish dull sky as if it was spitted out from  heaven, I fell instantly; in a dream in a saintly zone that words should  not be able to describe I the soul was caressed, to awaken the passion.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commentary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I my eyes art in its real sense should not feel like art, as Van Goth  was; but art ages well. It seems to be content in the, limits of the  moment that cage it: like humidity flirting with cheapness. Art fails if  it is done through self importance, the artist struggles between the  essence and the void. Thus I was inspired to do a second paragraph, a  tangent to the unconsciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I do this! Sometimes it is so difficult to ignore the obvious,  things happen, the world spins out of control. I can be carried a way  with the hypocrisy of politicians after a hard days work at night – I  might, or a man with a gun on a killing spree: but to state the obvious  the city is a big place and we are not made of nuts and bolts. It is just  an escuse to write in the name of cat sentimentality, or dog  willingness. I write because that is what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have uploaded an art collection called Death And Life:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://d-thinker.deviantart.com/"&gt;d-thinker.deviantart.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-2447477058614284710?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2447477058614284710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=2447477058614284710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/2447477058614284710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/2447477058614284710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2010/06/590-nearly-600-but-i-will-not-rush-my.html' title='590 - nearly 600, but I will not rush my writing'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/TA3pOeasoiI/AAAAAAAAAlk/WDUaMAlds60/s72-c/590+The+Forbidden+Truth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-2647999550731938407</id><published>2010-05-10T08:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T10:47:09.375+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosophy In Comics - The Philosophy Of Dark Wolverine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/S-e4Her9R2I/AAAAAAAAAlM/whVqLXDQr2U/s1600/The+Philosophy+Of+Dark+Wolverine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="338" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/S-e4Her9R2I/AAAAAAAAAlM/whVqLXDQr2U/s400/The+Philosophy+Of+Dark+Wolverine.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;d-thinker:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be so strange, philosophy can be so hard to explain, so glad that Dark Wolverine can explain it so casually at a party. But I guess that is why he is a super hero. So is he the first philosophical super hero?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/05/16/what-is-a-philosopher/"&gt;Some&lt;/a&gt; casual experimental thinking from last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people do seem more slow than others, though they may do a lot of work. Slow but sure type. But one can be fast and sure, who are more driven by acceleration, not a drift. Try to increase one's temperature,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f=m * acceleration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;increase in temperature=work * just do it NIKE attitude&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-2647999550731938407?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2647999550731938407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=2647999550731938407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/2647999550731938407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/2647999550731938407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2010/05/philosophy-in-comics-philosophy-of-dark.html' title='Philosophy In Comics - The Philosophy Of Dark Wolverine'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/S-e4Her9R2I/AAAAAAAAAlM/whVqLXDQr2U/s72-c/The+Philosophy+Of+Dark+Wolverine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-6632190562359849674</id><published>2010-04-28T09:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T09:43:11.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ON 589 - MY LUCKY NUMBER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;589&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Proof of passion, can it be a virtue in a court of law! It is the senses that lead one to proof - proof should be written with less blunt pencils including judgment – something could be dismissed if it is above one’s head: but later in years to come one may be…. in a higher landscape in one’s life – God forbid! Proof of passion is that one can sense a certain stare, hear another’s doubt, listen to another’s sense of life - such things are too small for a court room date….such inner turnings of swirl in a lake of dreams. A slight gesture, or quiet expression in the ears of another, what domino strumming would it make, such are the chains of cause and effect, a game no doubt for children? The truth is that passion is the movement of the spirit in the body – it is beyond the five senses between doubt and fear: close to the sea bed with the lost fish: to discover a pose – NOT PRETENTIOUS, NOT CLASSICAL….individual; designer label – Passion Limited.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Commentary&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;During the time of this writing, the family dog had been knocked over though he had quickly recovered from a broken leg. This made me remember a friend who had been knocked under a bus while riding on a bike after working all night in the morning. I also felt drawn to this quote from a Jewish book:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;"And darkness was upon the face of the deep" &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;R. &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"&gt;Jehudah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;This aphorism is about small things, and how little they mean in a court of verdict – no matter how small the court, may be. How easily passion is lost, or burnt off in argumentation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-6632190562359849674?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6632190562359849674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=6632190562359849674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/6632190562359849674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/6632190562359849674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-589-my-lucky-number.html' title='ON 589 - MY LUCKY NUMBER!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/S9f0tagO1UI/AAAAAAAAAlI/3zV7KAUHM-4/s72-c/589+the+forbidden+truth.blogspot.com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-8707155423369791431</id><published>2010-04-21T04:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T04:45:35.188+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain training doesn't boost brain power</title><content type='html'>Leading game maker Nintendo said their Dr Kawashima brain training games did not claim to be scientifically proven to improve cognitive function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/8630588.stm"&gt;/1/hi/health/8630588.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-8707155423369791431?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8707155423369791431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=8707155423369791431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/8707155423369791431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/8707155423369791431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2010/04/brain-training-doesnt-boost-brain-power.html' title='Brain training doesn&apos;t boost brain power'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-8822831034958824695</id><published>2010-04-04T08:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T09:04:10.584+01:00</updated><title type='text'>588 - this part concludes the previous conversational aphorism</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; 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 &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/S7hGSC6TdCI/AAAAAAAAAkg/W-U9hmaNdHU/s1600/588+THE+FORBIDDEN+TRUTH.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/S7hGSC6TdCI/AAAAAAAAAkg/W-U9hmaNdHU/s320/588+THE+FORBIDDEN+TRUTH.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;588&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Conversational Aphorism with a Silent Shadow&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Silent Shadow&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Are we all doomed in self-deceit, living blind folded? But you are no light of hope-I simply see words!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;I&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;You said it. The light in oneself sees the light in others, but the darkness in oneself can only guess at it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Silent Shadow&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Warmth is what we desire, NOT the light.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;I&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;You’re telling me, but the light has no warmth. For the sun and moon are shy too, like how a good day starts – not with thunder. The sun wears a veil, its modesty hides its warmth.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Silent Shadow&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Warmth comes from the night.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;I&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;You seek control of others, but lack self control. So you try to control with fists like instruments. If you lack control in identity you seek control of the identity of others, if you lack control in your creativity, you control (put to sleep) where you smell the creative drive in others.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Silent Shadow&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;I fear a lack of control, perhaps I believe I GAIN control from others? But is philosophy a heavy influence of control? Your aphorisms are like rain: bad weather!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;I&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;It may not be as eye popping as a political budget, or having a new president with a statuesque profile. But culture is a lot of small things, drowning in everyday life can be a lot of small things, polite suicide is a lot of small things….quicksand: is a lot of small things.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Silent shadow&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Passion is such an easy draw – who can find fault with something like that! Some say God is dead, and others God is alive – it is simply a different style of writing. Life does not whisper secrets to everybody.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;I&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;It is more than style; culture is of many small things, made up of so many small things. No big thinking has changed culture, though culture changes direction, it even changes form, culture changes from inside.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;….QUICKSAND is also a lot of small things.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Commentary on 588 – 3 parts&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;1&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;It is easy for people to deceive themselves. Deception occurs within a rosy inner mirror. But deception to oneself causes a fracture in the perception causing one to lose one's sense of self. The shadow is a character from the unconscious which was inspired from Jung, but nothing more than this. Originality is still the hallmark of this book.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;2&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;The previous conversation with the shadow defined the winner, and loser, the numbers of such people may not be increasing, but their percentage is. Here drowns the deception of the world, failing any ontological being that reins the sphere of winning. Many too are motivated up the ladder of ambition, with financial awards to aid the deception, or if the deception to oneself is overwhelming, the desire to control can force one to a greater role of authority. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;The vibration with life, the vanity of the loser, has been matched by the strumming of Mississippi John Hurt, here in the Blues lies the true vibration with life intoxicated with the passion of life. Blue also being the colour of morning, so Red is the colour of the evening. The vibration of the inner being, of less energy as red is to blue, I would liken to the piano play of Shubert.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;3&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Against the Darwin idea of evolution, survival of the fittest.- Loser has loser friends, loser marries loser, failure seeks failure: winners desire winners. Evolution can not work because we deceive ourselves, survival of the fittest means one partner has to accept being on a lower plane, evolution means needing a certain amount of honesty: though a certain change can occur to a species but it may not be evolution! Perhaps in the animal kingdom, if the female believes in aggression – it will impress on such qualities….but physical change not based on assertive choice, but aggressive choice still not evolution – for is the fittest the most aggressive?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-8822831034958824695?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8822831034958824695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=8822831034958824695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/8822831034958824695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/8822831034958824695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2010/04/588.html' title='588 - this part concludes the previous conversational aphorism'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/S7hGSC6TdCI/AAAAAAAAAkg/W-U9hmaNdHU/s72-c/588+THE+FORBIDDEN+TRUTH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-4222240486934894958</id><published>2010-03-11T08:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-11T08:31:47.283Z</updated><title type='text'>587 IS A CONVERSATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/S5iqL0XzKFI/AAAAAAAAAkY/GUL9ByHGM2o/s1600-h/aphorism+587+theforbiddentruth.blogspot.com.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/S5iqL0XzKFI/AAAAAAAAAkY/GUL9ByHGM2o/s320/aphorism+587+theforbiddentruth.blogspot.com.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;587&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversational Aphorism with a Shadow That Moves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;I am watching change in glory, and temperatures in reflex and motion from speeds….but I desire an island for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shadow that moves&lt;br /&gt;It is suicide to desire this Robinson Crusoe. Things would lag – your emotions will become elderly, and lose all sense of will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;It is all perception, you can never be real. People even call the shadows light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shadow that moves – confused&lt;br /&gt;Your deception is not made of chains, but a will refined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;What is deception….one must first find a love of the city. Perhaps then my emotions will find youth, for contact with others is like hungry waves hitting the rocks of a cliff. Many islands of soul have cliffs which circle them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shadow that moves &lt;br /&gt;I am a victim of culture, but it is the swansong of the losers club&lt;br /&gt;What is a loser and failure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;The Loser does not vibrate with life, they are not one life – naturalness does not grow in their garden; neither aesthetics. The failure may know naturalness, but they do not feel their souls, they cannot connect with their essence. They believe passion to be deception – their view is not above and below dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shadow that moves&lt;br /&gt;I dance well, but better to dance with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Being impressive is simply shining, but being is to be the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shadow that moves&lt;br /&gt;I will deceive people about you, for I am the mist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;You become mist, you disappear – impressive! Too much deception and you lose self-control; you will then want to control others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shadow that moves&lt;br /&gt;My heart is jealous, you even control this – all shadows are drawn to souls that emulate the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;All suns will play with shadows, but deception ages fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shadow that moves&lt;br /&gt;My effect is real, but only on the outside – nobody is allowed any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;It is moving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shadow that moves&lt;br /&gt;In days of old: shadows told time – shadows moved in sundials, I whisper in the night, I hold my breathe, and use copy and paste passion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;I never trusted such clocks – time is a puzzle – to tell the time is not to solve the puzzle: all you shadows become one shadow of social deception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shadow that moves&lt;br /&gt;I need more sweets – it is my job to deceive my soul into being content.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-4222240486934894958?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/4222240486934894958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=4222240486934894958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/4222240486934894958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/4222240486934894958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2010/03/587-is-conversation.html' title='587 IS A CONVERSATION'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/S5iqL0XzKFI/AAAAAAAAAkY/GUL9ByHGM2o/s72-c/aphorism+587+theforbiddentruth.blogspot.com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-3685249108758521174</id><published>2010-02-28T10:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-28T10:35:15.708Z</updated><title type='text'>586</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/S4pGunRAOwI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Vz776cP268s/s1600-h/aphorism+586.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/S4pGunRAOwI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Vz776cP268s/s320/aphorism+586.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;586&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural confidence is more real but less potent than willed without honesty type fireworks confidence.- People talk about false beliefs in the religious sense, but what is a daydream turns into a nightmare – when one realizes that false beliefs rest deep in people, hidden with ego and disguised with confidence: wrong beliefs believed with certainty, minds twisted like snakes and honest expression hijacked: honest expression is control – not a maxim of my invention….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commentary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are not some people too confident? Paralyzing the will for self-control; living in a world of mirrors, confused with reflection (numerous reflections possibly) and reality. Though the intention of the aphorism is very sharp, the style is very blunt. I have always wondered where people’s confidence comes from, it appears unnatural. I mean what a person does, but act through confidence; and if the confidence comes from the wrong place: actions will hint it out! My small break from writing was to invite truth, but not truth in the context of writing, but in the context of life: to rise to a new landscape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-3685249108758521174?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/3685249108758521174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=3685249108758521174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/3685249108758521174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/3685249108758521174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2010/02/586.html' title='586'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/S4pGunRAOwI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Vz776cP268s/s72-c/aphorism+586.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-1045900970199540900</id><published>2009-10-26T08:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-10-26T08:13:11.034Z</updated><title type='text'>INTRO TO PHILOSOPHY</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5IG1IAzSC0U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5IG1IAzSC0U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he asks what is a person? I would say a person has a human soul, and being human reflects this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-1045900970199540900?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/1045900970199540900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=1045900970199540900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/1045900970199540900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/1045900970199540900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2009/10/intro-to-philosophy_26.html' title='INTRO TO PHILOSOPHY'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-7233018376504514283</id><published>2009-10-19T06:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:52:54.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of Socrates</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k2KzymrmNa0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k2KzymrmNa0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D Thinker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most philosophers have a non conforming attitude, and Socrates was no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought For Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How one argues affects how one is judged. Though Socrates taught people to argue, but how was he judged!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-7233018376504514283?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/7233018376504514283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=7233018376504514283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/7233018376504514283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/7233018376504514283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2009/10/story-of-socrates.html' title='The story of Socrates'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-4535078373492940344</id><published>2009-10-16T07:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T07:39:48.120+01:00</updated><title type='text'>An intro to philosophy :</title><content type='html'>http://www.blubrry.com/warwick/501382/dr-angie-hobbs-senior-fellow-in-the-public-&lt;a href="http://www.blubrry.com/warwick/501382/dr-angie-hobbs-senior-fellow-in-the-public-understanding-of-philosophy/"&gt;understanding-of-philosophy&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podcast is 15mins, and has a woman speaker.  Her voice style is a little formal, with strong emphasis on the start of words such as  as help, and bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She talks about the meaning of philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My definition of philosopy is about being one with life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-4535078373492940344?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/4535078373492940344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=4535078373492940344&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/4535078373492940344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/4535078373492940344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2009/10/intro-to-philosophy.html' title='An intro to philosophy :'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-7632661836328695428</id><published>2009-10-09T07:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T07:27:45.650+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ART VERSION OF 585</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/Ss7XtqOpgOI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/S9mwFGPSG3g/s1600-h/aphorism+585+theforbiddentruth.blogspot.com.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/Ss7XtqOpgOI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/S9mwFGPSG3g/s320/aphorism+585+theforbiddentruth.blogspot.com.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390482983438876898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;585&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion rests in humility at the tip of the inner flame of the soul. It is our inner positioning of identity of pose, whereas the outer identity (how we bow to the world) is carved in its image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deeper still, in a second paragraph! In our nature lies a cave where we make no shadows where lightness is being and all things collide and do not collide. Here lies where I am defined: the naked self, it is always awake, free from the senses and the body. In its purest form it desires nothing, but to watch the seering ripples of living. It is ambition in its highest and lowest state.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-7632661836328695428?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/7632661836328695428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=7632661836328695428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/7632661836328695428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/7632661836328695428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2009/10/art-version-of-585.html' title='ART VERSION OF 585'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/Ss7XtqOpgOI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/S9mwFGPSG3g/s72-c/aphorism+585+theforbiddentruth.blogspot.com.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-6535289853224664728</id><published>2009-10-04T09:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T09:09:16.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't really like Paradoxes, but I like this one by Aristotle:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paradox of Place:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;"… if everything that exists has a place, place too will have a place, and so on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ad_infinitum" title="Ad infinitum"&gt;ad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;infinitum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-7" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zeno%27s_paradoxes#cite_note-7"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-6535289853224664728?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6535289853224664728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=6535289853224664728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/6535289853224664728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/6535289853224664728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-really-like-paradoxes-but-i-like.html' title='I don&apos;t really like Paradoxes, but I like this one by Aristotle:'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-6902397312870870698</id><published>2009-10-04T08:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T08:59:48.185+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a video I have found in UTube, it explains that</title><content type='html'>Zeno, a thinker from Ancient Greece thought there was a connection with philosophy and shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UKRlyJjDAlo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UKRlyJjDAlo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-6902397312870870698?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6902397312870870698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=6902397312870870698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/6902397312870870698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/6902397312870870698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-video-i-have-found-in-utube-it.html' title='This is a video I have found in UTube, it explains that'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-8670145396035728991</id><published>2009-09-27T09:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T09:11:15.432+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking  Person For Today:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/Sr8csx-ReXI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Yt8M5zFsBC8/s1600-h/Vanessa+Schulz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/Sr8csx-ReXI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Yt8M5zFsBC8/s320/Vanessa+Schulz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386055235012753778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Schulz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote from her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Critical thinking is her favorite class to teach because, as she puts it, "Questioning is what makes us human. Everyone needs to develop that skill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.www.pcccourier.com/media/storage/paper1346/news/2009/09/24/Features/Enthusiastic.Philosophy.Professor.Comes.Full.Circle-3782961.shtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read less....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D Thinker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a warm person, with a casual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;enthusiasm&lt;/span&gt; for life. Though I am also a warm person, I  have always been - you do not need to be cold to write philosophy, many cold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; are too cold to think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-8670145396035728991?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8670145396035728991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=8670145396035728991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/8670145396035728991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/8670145396035728991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2009/09/thinking-person-for-today.html' title='Thinking  Person For Today:'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/Sr8csx-ReXI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Yt8M5zFsBC8/s72-c/Vanessa+Schulz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-4290685488297692084</id><published>2009-09-24T07:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T07:49:26.878+01:00</updated><title type='text'>JOINING CHRISTIANITY AND PHILOSOPHY: NEW BOOK</title><content type='html'>http://homebrewedchristianity.com/2009/09/22/&lt;a href="http://homebrewedchristianity.com/2009/09/22/christology-and-postmodern-philosophy-with-jan-olav-henriksen-homebrewed-christianity-62/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;christology-and-postmodern-philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-with-jan-olav-henriksen-homebrewed-christianity-62/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click preview to read the book, it may appear that all pages are readable, but u cannot save book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-4290685488297692084?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/4290685488297692084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=4290685488297692084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/4290685488297692084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/4290685488297692084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2009/09/joining-christianity-and-philosophy-new.html' title='JOINING CHRISTIANITY AND PHILOSOPHY: NEW BOOK'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-2599324176782023230</id><published>2009-09-17T09:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:28:27.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ART POSTER FOR 584</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/SrHzFCLuRyI/AAAAAAAAAhw/_z9m32UWT2c/s1600-h/Aphorism+584+-+theforbiddentruth.blogspot.com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/SrHzFCLuRyI/AAAAAAAAAhw/_z9m32UWT2c/s320/Aphorism+584+-+theforbiddentruth.blogspot.com.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382350297495389986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;584&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hacking-up senseless driven life.- Life must be endured, with or without ill meaning or spirit - we are not just delivered from the pain of the womb. Being as cold as winter can be as softening as Prozac - life has little merit in an igloo, LET THE INNER SUN SHINE. Life commits us to endure different levels of (cycles of) pains - not all pain is a moral or ethical tease it can also be a test of endurance. For what is the meaning of health - the medicine cycle rolls on and on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is the nature of this world, if a golden age of heaven existed it will not be pain free, but free off the vices that cannot accept pain, but life is not pain (even the social life is a long shopping list). To hack life into a pleasure cruise to escape the medicine wheel is to compromise one's inner sensibility; to ignore the realm of passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some that try to creep on the borders of pain...some do not desire answers; a pain to others more or less. But the argument is a plain one as nature knows; the flower knows it must bear winter: so must our moods bear fears and tides of ill pressure or health.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-2599324176782023230?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2599324176782023230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=2599324176782023230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/2599324176782023230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/2599324176782023230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2009/09/art-poster-for-584.html' title='ART POSTER FOR 584'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/SrHzFCLuRyI/AAAAAAAAAhw/_z9m32UWT2c/s72-c/Aphorism+584+-+theforbiddentruth.blogspot.com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-5779671961885288000</id><published>2009-09-13T08:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T08:30:28.727+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A PHILOSOPHY PODCAST: ON DOES GOD EXIST?</title><content type='html'>http://www.dianahsieh.com/blog/2009/09/rsr-episode-4-&lt;a href="http://www.dianahsieh.com/blog/2009/09/rsr-episode-4-philosophy-of-religion.shtml"&gt;philosophy-of-religion&lt;/a&gt;.shtml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MP3 is twenty minutes long, and is a woman speaker perhaps with an American accent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-5779671961885288000?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/5779671961885288000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=5779671961885288000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/5779671961885288000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/5779671961885288000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2009/09/philosophy-podcast-on-does-god-exist.html' title='A PHILOSOPHY PODCAST: ON DOES GOD EXIST?'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-6876092198961030084</id><published>2009-09-08T07:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T07:33:41.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>art ver. of my latest aphorism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/SqX6OKFzsxI/AAAAAAAAAho/MK8LDG7j-ro/s1600-h/583+theforbiddentruth.blogspot.com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/SqX6OKFzsxI/AAAAAAAAAho/MK8LDG7j-ro/s320/583+theforbiddentruth.blogspot.com.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378980451097752338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-6876092198961030084?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6876092198961030084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=6876092198961030084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/6876092198961030084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/6876092198961030084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2009/09/art-ver-of-my-latest-aphorism.html' title='art ver. of my latest aphorism'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/SqX6OKFzsxI/AAAAAAAAAho/MK8LDG7j-ro/s72-c/583+theforbiddentruth.blogspot.com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-4298514904701053009</id><published>2009-08-26T06:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T07:00:20.685+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I have thrown away all my notes, perhaps it is about the economy of thinking. So all my thinking has been new thinking the past month or so, but this</title><content type='html'>tries more, I guess a lot of my thinking is not philosophy, but has a strong spiritual angle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;583&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon of fulfillment, the enchantment of excitement and the destiny and effect of desire and purpose.- On cannot give anything to another, for people seem to be self-defined in terms of their wealth; when some things are added other things are taken: when a good idea is found another idea loses it's potency of effect. The act of giving in essence is giving to oneself with no terms - the expansion of oneself can occur by giving outwardly against the gravity of life. Possibly this is a new spiritual idea, one may argue that one is helping another, but what is the desire to help another - it is one's desire, which will share the same aim with the person being helped, but it is still one's desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So somebody asked me yesterday, how do you make a million, well - you have to think about it. He showed me his thinking; but he seemed pretending to think about this but was willing to dwell about the triviality of his boredom in a real sense. It seemed the prospect of thinking about the million casted a shadow on things he valued, the only expansion that occurred was the giving to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of giving to oneself through the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pretension of giving&lt;/span&gt; to others, is based on the fact that only oneself is real to oneself. Even humanists can only be pretentious that others can exist as real as they do to themselves; one can only exist for oneself in a spiritual sense - one cannot truly connect to another's feelings without disconnecting to one's own feelings. The enchantment of excitement is true to one's desires: one cannot &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have pathos&lt;/span&gt; to other people's desires or sense of purpose and will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-4298514904701053009?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/4298514904701053009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=4298514904701053009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/4298514904701053009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/4298514904701053009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-thrown-away-all-my-notes-perhaps.html' title='I have thrown away all my notes, perhaps it is about the economy of thinking. So all my thinking has been new thinking the past month or so, but this'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-114276084209824627</id><published>2009-08-23T09:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T07:02:41.614+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMARY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2007/04/thinking-and-animation-2-examples.html"&gt;Animation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2006/07/first-thoughts-of-baby.html"&gt;Baby Thoughts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2007/04/beatles-and-philosophy.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2005/12/philosophy-of-cs-lewis-abolition-of.html"&gt;C.S. Lewis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2005/12/hell-song-iii-by-dante.html"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2005/12/hell-song-iii-by-dante.html"&gt;ante&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2005/10/philosophy-of-language-is-right-right.html"&gt;Deconstruction&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2009/03/original-erin-brockovich-tanaka-shozo.html"&gt;Erin Brockovich&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-theory-on-evoloution.html"&gt;Evolution&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-fantasy-art.html"&gt;Fantasy Art&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2006/04/dont-fence-me-in-poem-ver-2.html"&gt;Fence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2006/02/individual-design-and-relationship.html"&gt;Flying&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2006/01/tuesday-january-17-2006-its-birthday.html"&gt;Franklin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2005/07/on-god-what-age-does-one-decide.html"&gt;God 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2005/07/more-on-god.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2004/09/on-identity.html"&gt;Identity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2006/05/on-immigration-too-subjective-problem.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immigration&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2006/04/3-individual-theories-and-my-own.html"&gt;Individual Theory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2006/12/albert-einstein-interviews-d-thinker.html"&gt;Interview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2006/12/johann-wolfgang-goethe-interviews-d.html"&gt;Interview 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2007/03/hegel-interviews-d-thinker.html"&gt;Interview 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2008/02/d-thinker-interviews-nietzsche.html"&gt;Interview 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2006/01/thinking-search-engine.html"&gt;IxQuick.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2006/03/post-for-patrick-or-spirit-of-him.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irish Sayings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2006/04/stop-me-if-youve-heard-this-one.html"&gt;Joke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2005/09/on-nestorianism.html"&gt;Losing Things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2006/07/on-romantic-love-or-charity-begins-at.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2006/07/on-romantic-love.html"&gt;Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2005/06/mona-lisa.html"&gt;Mona Lisa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Second Book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2007/07/on-aphorism-426-from-my-second-book.html"&gt;426&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2007/07/aphorism-428-from-my-second-book.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2007/07/aphorism-428-from-my-second-book.html"&gt;428&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2007/07/on-empathy.html"&gt;429&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2007/07/on-knowledge.html"&gt;431&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2007/07/on-first-thing-we-do-when-we-wake-up-or.html"&gt;433&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2007/07/on-going-no-where-in-life.html"&gt;434&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-serious-moods.html"&gt;436 - mood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2007/09/commentary-on-aphorism-451.html"&gt;451&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-passion-and-dance.html"&gt;452 - passion (and dance)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2007/09/post-card-from-me-or-commentary-on-453.html"&gt;453&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-added-some-new-notes-to-my-book.html"&gt;484&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-is-my-greatest-drop-of-wisdom.html"&gt;486&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2008/07/aphorism-490.html"&gt;490&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-aphorism-503-warning-this-is-attack.html"&gt;503 - charm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2008/12/something-i-wrote-at-work.html"&gt;520 - see my own handwriting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2009/01/notes-on-aphoism-526.html"&gt;526&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2009/04/commentary-on-aphorism-566.html"&gt;566 - foggy thinking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2006/02/people-are-works-in-progress.html"&gt;Pomona College Professor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2006/11/philosophy-professsor-smokes-pot.html"&gt;Pot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2007/01/diary-thinker-proverbs.html"&gt;Proverbs&lt;/a&gt; (my own ones)&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2006/09/download-books-to-psp.html#comments"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSP Books (OFFLINE)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2006/06/improve-your-kids-thinking-power.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking Tablets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think Like A Genius &lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2006/06/think-like-genius-todd-siler-1.html"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think Like A Genius &lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2007/04/think-like-genius-todd-siler.html"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2005/08/book-review.html"&gt;Thought Experiments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2006/01/from-book-1-210.html"&gt;Tiredness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2007/05/philosophy-of-wonder-woman.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder Woman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2006/02/on-free-writing-find-freedom-with-your_06.html"&gt;Writing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-114276084209824627?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114276084209824627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=114276084209824627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/114276084209824627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/114276084209824627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2006/07/summary.html' title='SUMMARY'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-9088993785314925406</id><published>2009-08-11T09:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T10:01:51.706+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ON FANTASY ART</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/SoEyeUhHFOI/AAAAAAAAAhM/3NyBhaKJ_4A/s1600-h/WEBHEAD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/SoEyeUhHFOI/AAAAAAAAAhM/3NyBhaKJ_4A/s320/WEBHEAD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368627727287391458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Is fantasy art an art form, or a fantasy of art?&lt;br /&gt;Is fantasy art too loud?&lt;br /&gt;Where is the passion in fantasy art?&lt;br /&gt;Is there depth In fantasy art?&lt;br /&gt;Art people appear in a certain way, but how would a fantasy art type person appear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-9088993785314925406?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/9088993785314925406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=9088993785314925406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/9088993785314925406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/9088993785314925406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-fantasy-art.html' title='ON FANTASY ART'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/SoEyeUhHFOI/AAAAAAAAAhM/3NyBhaKJ_4A/s72-c/WEBHEAD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-4229906573511469346</id><published>2009-08-01T06:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T06:10:47.605+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I was thinking about love at work, and I seem to get good ideas when working?</title><content type='html'>The movement of love has to extend beyond prejudice, if it stops before prejudice, then love dissolves into prejudice. If love becomes absorbed by prejudice, culturally social empathy becomes love. Culturally love becomes a lie, but this lie is necessary for culture, for people have to believe they are capable of love....it is the purpose of culture to use social empathy! One has to ask oneself who one thinks has more love, and why is this so, and who appears to have more love: perhaps the one that gives more out of social empathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commentary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Culture is not a complex lie structure, perhaps it is but it's purpose is not to serve truth but to serve the country of that culture. This is a work that stands outside the comfort zone of thinking, many do try to think outside the box but fail as the box is within another box....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions related to this aphorism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is love very vague, and hate so, well precise in culture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is language connected to culture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who or what does language serve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is happiness a lie also created by culture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What forces drive culture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If culture was visible, would it work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the relationship between the culture and vice of people?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-4229906573511469346?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/4229906573511469346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=4229906573511469346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/4229906573511469346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/4229906573511469346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-was-thinking-about-love-at-work-and-i.html' title='I was thinking about love at work, and I seem to get good ideas when working?'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-1409127455924545787</id><published>2009-07-30T05:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T05:17:53.129+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I got the title for this from a Neil Young song -  EVERYBODY KNOWS THIS IS NOWHERE</title><content type='html'>580&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle Of Nowhere.- Everything must return somewhere if it is from somewhere, depth in philosophy is a pre-requisite for being somewhere - though if one has no orbit then there is nothing to return to. Being in an orbit in life does enhance mood especially when one recognizes points in the orbit where one has been before; creating a comfort zone. This is why seeing the planet from a satellite is such a mood enhancer in a simple context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can one go if one is nowhere? Even if an obscure place is a thing in itself, then it is somewhere, but being nowhere is a full desire of being somewhere: in such a state one is more likely to point one's finger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-1409127455924545787?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/1409127455924545787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=1409127455924545787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/1409127455924545787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/1409127455924545787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-got-title-for-this-from-neil-young.html' title='I got the title for this from a Neil Young song -  EVERYBODY KNOWS THIS IS NOWHERE'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-7075050520225292927</id><published>2009-07-15T07:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T07:25:07.715+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The children's playground</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/Sl11vUxVG0I/AAAAAAAAAg8/EOOsan0Uud4/s1600-h/web+Playground.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/Sl11vUxVG0I/AAAAAAAAAg8/EOOsan0Uud4/s320/web+Playground.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358568587530672962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, my niece was playing on a swing in a children's playground, then my wife - I waited outside the gate, and just observed all the kids playing. I guess this is where this aphorism comes from, the last part is about a bossy manager:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflections outside a children's playground.- The inner-conflict is about the conflict of emotion and reason which represents the perimeter of the playground. The pivot of this see-saw may be our direction in the cycle of our motion in life, the slide our judgment, and the stars are our souls; as we swing high our eyes reach for the horizon. The roundabout of love speaks of cycles of winner to loser (where losing is an extension of winning, though not so in many cultural definitions). The faster the roundabout swings, the blur of life reminds us that life is about change: meaning ourselves - the control of others is an illusion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commentary on the thinking playground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The non-culturality of the nature of truth of the aphorism is mentioned as a definition of  a loser. Whereas cultural truths are static, this is a gliding dynamic truth on the importance of play in life, it is adults that teach children how to play, perhaps this is why children do not know how to play, but a pretending of play. People bark more than dogs, and we wag our tails more as living has lost its edge: for living is representing life, and not being life, play is representing play but not being pain. We blame wars for our problems, and people of power, but our problems are ourselves; for the elementary ingredients are not there, like passion, love, compassion, play and truth: being distant truths from another star.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-7075050520225292927?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/7075050520225292927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=7075050520225292927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/7075050520225292927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/7075050520225292927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2009/07/childrens-playground.html' title='The children&apos;s playground'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/Sl11vUxVG0I/AAAAAAAAAg8/EOOsan0Uud4/s72-c/web+Playground.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-6393386952899269733</id><published>2009-06-13T08:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T08:57:04.064+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I have spent a lot of time on this aphorism, I have also made a commentary for this aphorism below the aphorism</title><content type='html'>569&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angles of advantages and spades of disadvantages of being a loser.- As winning in life can be many things, just like losing – some less impressive, and losing can be less pathetic. The forces of life can bark one into a dark alley way; one shivers, for the darkness stills oneself – one realises the flame of passion, that inner flame has been extinguished. Without passion there can be no story true to one’s life, for the winner must be the loser: one must lower oneself to see what there is between oneself and the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betrayal may also be the prerequisite of being a loser; perhaps this prompted Buddha to leave his palace, but he did not pretend to be a loser for he left luxury too which may have defined him as a winner in the eyes of many. Christ was also betrayed, and there was also a necessity for Christ to lose, denied even by Peter, the loss is seen by many as an ultimate sacrifice of a martyr. Though many take this is literally, but Jesus walking into the desert and meeting Satan may be a metaphor of walking into one’s spirit, or walking into the mist. Maya attacks people more when they make such steps, and even in the Gita in Eastern Philosophy the story starts by the hero being a loser. Yesterday I was asked, ‘How was I doing?’ – I sensed betrayal, but I said I was rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something on present political design; pretending to be losers on the left and winners on the right in the idealistic living sense: though such righteous see no natural horizon, and the left cannot see beyond its own face of reality! Better to seek one’s own feeling than to seek the feeling of other views, but two points now, firstly the feeling of oneself changes as one changes, it is the feeling’s journey on the path between the winner and loser, or the advantages and disadvantages of being a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commentary On Aphorism: The angles (advantages) and spades (disadvantages) of being a loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner sees the horizon, the meaning of this, is the racer aiming for the finishing line: the metaphor here is used here comparing the horizon to the finishing line, this is my invention! Also the first time that the aphorism has political over tones in this chapter (passion of being), pretending to be losers means not really being losers as not being allowed to compete with big stakes in life, and vice versa for winners as pretending to be winners, as not playing fairly and deciding who wins by their skin colour, culture or religion, not in the normal sense are winners acknowledged by ability, merit and passion. Also I have used the term winner, not in the sense of heroes; but a winner can be a hero, or a hero can also be a winner in life. I am biased as I am against present political design i.e. left and right policies...I am concerned with the next political design on account of the dreariness of obviousness that the right, left conflict creates as a necessary conflict for an establishment of so called world order, camouflaged melancholy which drugs the world to insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proverb version of this aphorism for the real loser, not the pretend loser is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quick questions, but distant answers.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The maxim version of this aphorism is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The winner drops the mantle, and voluntarily becomes a loser of sophisticated boredom.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-6393386952899269733?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6393386952899269733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=6393386952899269733&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/6393386952899269733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/6393386952899269733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-spent-lot-of-time-on-this.html' title='I have spent a lot of time on this aphorism, I have also made a commentary for this aphorism below the aphorism'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-2969846446469957624</id><published>2009-05-15T10:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T10:26:40.703+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I</title><content type='html'>HAVE NOT REALLY ADDED A PROPER INTRO TO THE BOOK, SO HERE IT IS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hobbes said, the decay of sense in men is not the decay of the motion made in sense, but an obscuring of it – 1651 Leviathan. Culture creates truth more for itself than others. A deep example of this is that a cultural truth is that ‘one should always try to be positive’. Though I have found that being positive attracts the negative energy of negative people like a magnet. Or - everything negative in one’s life can be used to make a decoration in one’s house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-size: 100%;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;We are drawn to cultural truths because they are most comfortable. We seek cultural truths, truths made by culture because we believe we will have more control, but control or being more able to make decisions hides our desire to feel free which is not about culture but the everyday life, or the forbidden life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-size: 100%;" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theforbiddentruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://theforbiddentruth.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-2969846446469957624?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2969846446469957624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=2969846446469957624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/2969846446469957624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/2969846446469957624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2009/05/i.html' title='I'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-8240881311354612459</id><published>2009-04-21T08:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T08:15:21.528+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Commentary On Aphorism 566</title><content type='html'>566&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people fail as they preach depth can be bought with a ticket, and a vague sense of spiritual need.-  To want more, that is what we all seek, of the material and the non-material in one desire or the other; it is greed to want more when one is hungry: to want more when one is not hungry is a sincere want.  Allow me to add (what occupies most people in the civilised world) that the riddle of weight loss is also the riddle of living in a castle or tent: sometimes one does not feel hungry when one is hungry, how many full bellies feel hungry? To want a castle while seeing one’s misery is to want misery; for in one’s court of consciousness the context of ‘want’ is acknowledged. In the court of one’s consciousness, if a ‘want’ is empty it is anti-money, or anti-desire, though how can lust be desire if it consumes desire, and leads one to wanting desire more than feeling desire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commentary &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think like a mist, though the reader may desire certainty. But life in itself is vague, though it does have certainties. Psychology has proven this vagueness, linking it to our first experiences of life. Though one may not understand this aphorism....as a thriller is also not understood....it is what makes the brain the most content. Though it is not a vague mist of thinking, one has to wonder on the effect it has on the reader in the day, or the day after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-8240881311354612459?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8240881311354612459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=8240881311354612459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/8240881311354612459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/8240881311354612459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2009/04/commentary-on-aphorism-566.html' title='Commentary On Aphorism 566'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-4152491032083573203</id><published>2009-03-22T11:55:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:17:20.121Z</updated><title type='text'>The original Erin Brockovich: Tanaka Shozo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/ScYoULlMxQI/AAAAAAAAAfI/b-g5tCKjOy4/s1600-h/Brockovich+Comparison+with+Tanaka+Shozo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/ScYoULlMxQI/AAAAAAAAAfI/b-g5tCKjOy4/s200/Brockovich+Comparison+with+Tanaka+Shozo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315980737328760066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/ScYn2Yd4c8I/AAAAAAAAAfA/HmWWBwcl5QY/s1600-h/Erin+Brockovich+Comparison+with+Tanaka+Shozo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/ScYn2Yd4c8I/AAAAAAAAAfA/HmWWBwcl5QY/s200/Erin+Brockovich+Comparison+with+Tanaka+Shozo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315980225391653826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanaka Shozo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From his own writings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/ScYowfw7b3I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/cxdFfLIIMcc/s1600-h/A+Tanaka+diary+entry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/ScYowfw7b3I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/cxdFfLIIMcc/s200/A+Tanaka+diary+entry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315981223783001970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even fish had something to teach humanity in dealing with pollution:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observe. Fish have no [legal] protection and though they live in the dark polluted waters [of the Watarase] do they not avoid total extinction? The reason the polluters, with all their power, are unable to destroy these fish is this: though no law protects them, the fish instinctively rely on nature and follow a path out of danger to unpolluted streams, happily saving themselves. This is the way to use nature. The fish do it. Why should not people do so, all the more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other notes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mine-poisoned floods borrow the great power of the land and thus make it all the way into the Home Ministry. The Ministry’s civil engineering division is destroyed by the mine pollution; the pollution dooms it to a cycle of destruction, rebuilding, and further destruction. Poison runs on the lay of the land and rides the river’s currents to the welfare bureau, eventually felling people. The police are powerless to stop death by poisoning….(emphasis added). &lt;a href="http://japanfocus.org/-Robert-Stolz/2331"&gt;link used&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;D-Thinker says&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we should look at how life is pushing us, rather than to complain about the weather, bills, our children, our envy and dreams, our jealousy! What direction is life pushing us? Rather than why is life pushing us? To flow with life, rather than against life....for life is no lie....in essence: what is living life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we have declined morally, the ozone layer may represent a hole in our own hearts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-4152491032083573203?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/4152491032083573203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=4152491032083573203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/4152491032083573203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/4152491032083573203'/><link 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entertainment, this is a change:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H9RDUhNe7Ic&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H9RDUhNe7Ic&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RXxhMT_gsuA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RXxhMT_gsuA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qSbpi4iFpoo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qSbpi4iFpoo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a poem by Nietzsche:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Melancholy (KSA 7, July 1871 15[1])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame me, Melancholy,&lt;br /&gt;That I sharpen my pen to praise you,&lt;br /&gt;Not that I, head bowed to my knee,&lt;br /&gt;Sit hermitlike on a tree stump, hewn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You often saw me thus, just yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;In the heat of the radiant morning sun:&lt;br /&gt;A vulture cried greedily in the valley,&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of its staked and rotting carrion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You failed, wild bird, although&lt;br /&gt;I rested mummylike on my seat!&lt;br /&gt;You missed my eye, roving to and fro,&lt;br /&gt;Blissfully proud in the morning heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-Thinker&lt;br /&gt;He also wrote music, I believe one of his tracks is on a youtube video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tR7FaVcrhPU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tR7FaVcrhPU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-8024172946817569523?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8024172946817569523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=8024172946817569523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/8024172946817569523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/8024172946817569523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-recently-added-3-friedrich.html' title='I HAVE RECENTLY ADDED 3 Friedrich Nietzsche VIDEOS TO YOUTUBE'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-1594683753651834112</id><published>2009-02-24T12:33:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:48:51.155Z</updated><title type='text'>MATRIX TRILOGY (BLU-RAY) HAS 3 COMMENTARIES BY 2 PHILOSOPHERS:</title><content type='html'>The first philosopher is Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cornel&lt;/span&gt; West, you can witness his thinking below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nAfxFEGF-wY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nAfxFEGF-wY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Views:  128,726&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-Thinker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe in radical views in religion, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cornel&lt;/span&gt; West says 'To be a Christian is to live dangerously, honestly, freely - to step in the name of love as if you may land on nothing, yet to keep stepping because the something that sustains you no empire can give you and no empire can take away'. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; this kind of radicalism is healthy in religion and can blunt the edge of extremism which can exist in all religions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ref. from my book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;525&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal reflections on terrorism.- Extremist terror groups are marginalized more by their beliefs, and concerns rather than springing from some hotpot of collective belief gone perverse. The reason why perspective is lost, is that extremists rely sometimes on terror; though many extremists do become purists. This relationship between puritans and terrorists, are the two extremes, but both involve sacrifice, whereas purists use sacrifice as a form of conditioning, whereas terrorists use and involve the sacrifice of others. But both of these extremes, are reactions to a certain cause, perhaps extremists are driven there by a view that the average person of their belief is too feeble, but this is no expressive soul reaction, but perhaps a reaction of anger and shame forged into a sword of hate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other philosopher is Ken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wiber&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3E8CAWawn2g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3E8CAWawn2g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Views:  95,703&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.&lt;a href="http://www.kenwilber.com/home/landing/index.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kenwilber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.com/home/landing/index.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-Thinker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seems to have a strong interest in thinking, he is a new thinker (to me) and I give all people the benefit of the doubt on first encounters. He does appear to think evolution is important, but just because it is big does not make it important, I believe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;evolution&lt;/span&gt; to be more &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/coincidental"&gt;coincidental&lt;/a&gt; than important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-1594683753651834112?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/1594683753651834112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=1594683753651834112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/1594683753651834112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/1594683753651834112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2009/02/matrix-trilogy-blu-ray-has-3.html' title='MATRIX TRILOGY (BLU-RAY) HAS 3 COMMENTARIES BY 2 PHILOSOPHERS:'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-7462495689647279579</id><published>2009-02-13T09:10:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-01T12:56:35.504Z</updated><title type='text'>Diary Thinker Proverbs</title><content type='html'>01/03/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To eat a good meal in bad company, will leave an after taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13/02/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at work, talking to another employee about work. She said they (meaning employer) are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;driving&lt;/span&gt; the business. I said, '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We drive the car, they put petrol in it&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ref. see chapter Social Individualism in my book blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/07/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an updated post, I have thought of a few new proverbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have said this a couple of times at work, and this is my best 'new' favourite proverb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst job could be your best job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the other new ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace is not submission, it is a mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majorities can also be minorities in life; minorities can be majorities in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living makes one move from comfortable to uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life can be lost in comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16/01/07 - original post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a long walk to nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better to be a still fool than a wondering idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not drink over this poor soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the loser celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will begin when all aches disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be healthy be detox be still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine in your own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness does not need to try to be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My void “was” my weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovers can bring much hate in the courtroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovers can put one in a strange court; all in the name of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;False values are valued as valuables, as that is all they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can travel many miles in the mind, just like driving a car.&lt;br /&gt;(I have said this once)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BONUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kakophone.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make your own ring tones.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-7462495689647279579?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/7462495689647279579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=7462495689647279579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/7462495689647279579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/7462495689647279579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2007/01/diary-thinker-proverbs.html' title='Diary Thinker Proverbs'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-8623751547272440162</id><published>2009-01-26T10:02:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-28T09:18:02.620Z</updated><title type='text'>Notes On Aphoism 526</title><content type='html'>526&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversations 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lover&lt;br /&gt;For you see, as I see that things do not follow a logical order, especially in love. You do see, for we are all lovers by default. One must approach these matters, not through logic, but to understand through creative channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosopher&lt;br /&gt;One wonders how you talk, as if you know too many things and your senses have become blunted. As if you hide from your mind what you soul senses to be a better path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lover&lt;br /&gt;It is not a crime to deceive. For is not deception an instrument, which can be used for manipulation, but also for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feminist&lt;br /&gt;How you both think! You men....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commentary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a clean up in the attic, and the intentions may have been to cause difficulty. And for a second I thought I may have lost my notes, but I had them in a safe place. So it has given me a new energy to put these old notes on the net. I had written a kind of play of aphorisms with general characters, perhaps wanting a change? Not really knowing what to do with these notes, so I have decided to incorporate this conversation, into smaller conversations within the chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lover, philosopher, and feminist are typical characters, and are not exact characters as you would find in a film or play. As the chapter is Passion Of Being this will identify different kinds of being, and their expression of their sense of self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion Of Being began from older notes, then to new notes, and now seems to be a mixture of old and new notes....as thoughts can be also a mixture of the new and old in a present narrative style.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-8623751547272440162?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8623751547272440162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=8623751547272440162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/8623751547272440162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/8623751547272440162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2009/01/notes-on-aphoism-526.html' title='Notes On Aphoism 526'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-897213055369435864</id><published>2008-12-25T07:23:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-12-29T12:12:04.051Z</updated><title type='text'>Something I wrote at work:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/SVi8QkPuW2I/AAAAAAAAAbI/H2hylA10kq8/s1600-h/note+for+aphorism+520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/SVi8QkPuW2I/AAAAAAAAAbI/H2hylA10kq8/s320/note+for+aphorism+520.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285181155512834914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;520&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The senses must reach to the divine .- To wonder at the world….the wonderful life comes from a vital roughness (the see-saw of being able to work and the ability to move on in work) that cripples many so easily, with directions unknown, and tides of recessions that appear as if it dropped from a black hole! With sudden grasps of air after catching a glimpse of somebody with the banner “average morality”. What direction is life taking one to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also of the character there are unknown and hidden problems of sensitivity, roughness and hidden diseases. What is the nature of this reality that we live in? It is more than a feeling, but a substance of spirit whether it is a shallow stream or a river. This is one’s world, and the painting on one’s wall in the room of life’s perception is one’s morality. Thus it is not life that has decayed, but one’s morality; it is not one’s health that has decayed but one’s morality. The workplace has fights for virtues, as they can be tools or wands in living – there may even be a virtue that brings luck: one head thrusts itself against another head; the average morality is very thin indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the truth be allowed to flow from this vessel, it has to be written that the senses are the hands of the soul. The senses….our purpose has to extend beyond eating and sleeping (in different places)….the senses must reach to the divine, if life does not lift oneself, one has to lift oneself. One is always making the decision between the exalted high and the distorted low - almost a country between them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Questions related to aphorism 520&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How low is the average morality&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the average person have an average morality&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the average person&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read aphorism 520 in my book at: &lt;a href="http://theforbiddentruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://theforbiddentruth.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bonus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are 3 quotes that I found from The Trial by Franz Kafka:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had thought that he would recognise the building from a distance by some kind of sign, without knowing exactly what the sign would look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, defence is not really allowed under the law, it’s only tolerated, and there is even some dispute about whether the relevant parts of the law imply even that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my identification papers, now show me yours and I certainly want to see the arrest warrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/browse/authors/k#a1735"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;, to download 2 free books by Kafka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/SVM9XkK2mVI/AAAAAAAAAbA/x_sGBja84YI/s1600-h/180px-Kafka5jahre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 333px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/SVM9XkK2mVI/AAAAAAAAAbA/x_sGBja84YI/s320/180px-Kafka5jahre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283634262891206994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Trial_%281962_film%29" title="The Trial (1962 film)"&gt;The Trial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (1962) &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orson_Welles" title="Orson Welles"&gt;Orson Welles&lt;/a&gt; wrote and directed this adaptation of the novel starring &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anthony_Perkins" title="Anthony Perkins"&gt;Anthony Perkins&lt;/a&gt;. In a 1962 BBC Interview with Huw Wheldon, Orson Welles noted, "Say what you like, but &lt;i&gt;The Trial&lt;/i&gt; is the best film I have ever made".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-897213055369435864?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/897213055369435864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=897213055369435864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/897213055369435864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/897213055369435864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2008/12/something-i-wrote-at-work.html' title='Something I wrote at work:'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/SVi8QkPuW2I/AAAAAAAAAbI/H2hylA10kq8/s72-c/note+for+aphorism+520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-47402280634499620</id><published>2008-10-01T09:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:51:01.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SUDDENLY..A POEM IS NEEDED - SOMETIMES THE APHORISMS CONDENSE TO WATER DROPS</title><content type='html'>512&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this life,&lt;br /&gt;‘Free’ it is,&lt;br /&gt;Fading words,&lt;br /&gt;The grip of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this heart,&lt;br /&gt;Wonder far,&lt;br /&gt;Sail away,&lt;br /&gt;Stream me to the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply guide,&lt;br /&gt;With ease,&lt;br /&gt;Passionate soul,&lt;br /&gt;To soul-reverb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing - hear,&lt;br /&gt;Hear silence,&lt;br /&gt;Far and wide,&lt;br /&gt;From shore to shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will vanish,&lt;br /&gt;It will appear!&lt;br /&gt;The many years,&lt;br /&gt;Yet songs sound the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fragrances enchant,&lt;br /&gt;Love blossoms:&lt;br /&gt;Follow away,&lt;br /&gt;Prisons flower to prisms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forward marching-&lt;br /&gt;One to three,&lt;br /&gt;Griped with life,&lt;br /&gt;Channel thoughts like mists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine&lt;br /&gt;Flow from me&lt;br /&gt;Imagine…&lt;br /&gt;Nights ear to me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-47402280634499620?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/47402280634499620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=47402280634499620&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/47402280634499620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/47402280634499620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2008/10/suddenlya-poem-is-needed-sometimes.html' title='SUDDENLY..A POEM IS NEEDED - SOMETIMES THE APHORISMS CONDENSE TO WATER DROPS'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-2779173054525501606</id><published>2008-08-22T09:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:26:57.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ON APHORISM 503 WARNING - THIS IS AN ATTACK  OF  A CHARMING PERSON</title><content type='html'>503&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith in life.- One desires experience, a pure experience of life. Thus one examines the nature of passion, for our experience of life is a reflection of our own passion. But if one is given such an experience of life, one also receives a faith of life. Many people argue about how can they have faith in life with so many confused arguments around locally and globally at the expense of people becoming refugees, but faith in life is about one’s own experience in life, and not about the knowledge of other’s in life. Whether one is going through a decrease or increase in their life, their experience of life would be the same; as the soul’s first expression of life, the passion or fragrance of itself would be the same. In the same way that people have faith in religion because of their experience of religion, one can further the pose in life by having faith in life. One can further one’s purpose in faith, by having faith in life as in well as in religion – for religion first exists in life before the personal faith emerges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMENTARY ON 503&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This aphorism follows after 502 very well. I guess as 2 aphorisms can follow each other. So what is this chapter about - passion. It has to be noted that there is no literature available on the nature of passion, it could mean a strong feeling, or why was it used to express Christ's suffering? This is the only study of passion that is available!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people value charm, because they see it as something more than one dimensional and see it as something unique. Many charming people become popular, as many believe they have passion, the experience of talking to a charming person offers a quick contentment to life, fast-food, no spiritual fast, as to a true person with passion. But one's experience with life, is connected to the experience of others to that person... Charm can even be practised at Charm school, it does not come from the deeper realms: an advanced form of rapport: charm is fake passion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/SK6GJfvgvEI/AAAAAAAAASs/3birmC3-D7E/s1600-h/charming+person.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/SK6GJfvgvEI/AAAAAAAAASs/3birmC3-D7E/s200/charming+person.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237270914376186946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-2779173054525501606?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2779173054525501606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=2779173054525501606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/2779173054525501606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/2779173054525501606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-aphorism-503-warning-this-is-attack.html' title='ON APHORISM 503 WARNING - THIS IS AN ATTACK  OF  A CHARMING PERSON'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/SK6GJfvgvEI/AAAAAAAAASs/3birmC3-D7E/s72-c/charming+person.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-7884775683368952819</id><published>2008-07-23T10:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:03:02.518Z</updated><title type='text'>aphorism 490</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/SIb1lzkWEgI/AAAAAAAAASE/K1tgunJhBWE/s1600-h/experience+life.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/SIb1lzkWEgI/AAAAAAAAASE/K1tgunJhBWE/s200/experience+life.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226134447456653826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pure experience of  living.- What happens when one does nothing, what is left – should not one experience being oneself... If one cannot experience oneself, than how can one really experience life? So does anybody really experience life, or is it a sensation of colours and sounds, and a sense of the aesthetic?  The experience of life is about belonging to life, rather than feeling through life. Living means living in life, or belonging to life, does one belong to oneself? But does one belong to life or oneself, one is attached to life, one does not belong to oneself, one is detached from life - one belongs to oneself. Does one want to belong to oneself….one should neither belong to oneself or to life but to tune oneself to the point when attachment meets detachment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:130%;" &gt;commentary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the aim of the chapter on Passion Of Being, for what is the purpose of living, but to have a true experience of life. Here we meet life, unlike the sexual encounter we may only meet another. And even here our experiences with others, are firstly our experience with ourselves. So what is the pure experience of living, how can one prove that such an experience of life exists, but living means being life, not just being oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-7884775683368952819?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/7884775683368952819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=7884775683368952819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/7884775683368952819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/7884775683368952819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2008/07/aphorism-490.html' title='aphorism 490'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/SIb1lzkWEgI/AAAAAAAAASE/K1tgunJhBWE/s72-c/experience+life.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-7310769175584900540</id><published>2008-06-05T05:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T06:06:24.255+01:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IS MY GREATEST DROP OF WISDOM</title><content type='html'>some person asked me this question a couple of weeks ago. This question unsettled me for a moment, but this tension melted away, and an idea sprang up like a mirage in a desert; but a mirage is about fullfillment, and not as revealing as a dream. So perhaps the idea came to me like a mirage in a dream. I have expressed this idea in this aphorism, see the third paragraph (in italics):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;486&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cramped up and bottled up in life’s little games.- One desires a space to unite fragments: to move away from the idea of coming closer or further from things. One needs to be in all things and outside of all things – one exists relative to nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion is the need of the spirit to move, it is the need to exist in a real way. Thus one asks why am I wrong, not why others are wrong – one affirms oneself without trickery – one is true to one’s spirit: and not drowned by the critical nature of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One absorbs, but one does not become a sponge. One reflects but does not become a mirror. One does not become a path of difficulty for others. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything is simply as it is, one throws everything into the air without the desire for all things to descend into the right place, and one trusts the throwing of things into the air, nothing more and nothing less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one’s hands are tied to one’s back one carves one’s way. One can be too happy to be original in life. Thus what is living? I did notice a picture of a fashion model that appeared to come out of the page, she is living! So living is different for different people because they are different, what is living for one person may not be living to another person. To others, different things or places matter in life – it may not be about originality, or cutting a path through stone. Thus life connects to our essence, and the process is living. Though living is not the expression of the essence, for the process of life is not an artistic technique.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-7310769175584900540?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/7310769175584900540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=7310769175584900540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/7310769175584900540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/7310769175584900540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-is-my-greatest-drop-of-wisdom.html' title='WHAT IS MY GREATEST DROP OF WISDOM'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-5874321747773084974</id><published>2008-05-24T09:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T09:18:14.852+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE ADDED SOME NEW NOTES TO MY BOOK -  I AM ON APHORISM 484 AT THE MOMENT:</title><content type='html'>484&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living with passion.- Livelihood is about being drawn to things, there is the gravity of the universe, of planets. There is also our private universe of things, and one must not try to stay, things are always moving to and thro. Not the gravity of mass, but the gravity of living. Living means one is a part of life, and things are always shifting in life. All living things are the tools of life, the tools which life uses to move things in life, thus our emotions are the servers of life; we cannot serve ourselves. Life is about things moving, perhaps elevated thoughts moving to consciousness, or a music record of the past, or to look at somebody’s expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One shifts with a smile of a thing from the past, a path to innocence, one looks up, and a path to another smile - a path to something authentic, then one has a slight smile, and this is a path to originality. Life is about living, but living has to feel original - the idea of living is that one is living, and not pretending to live. But more, living needs to feel authentic, one does not want to fake life for living is not about carrying influences, one must suffer from life; this is about being close to living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commentary on 484&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This aphorism was inspired by these questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to hide one's pain?&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to display all of one's pain?&lt;br /&gt;What is physical pain?&lt;br /&gt;What is emotional pain?&lt;br /&gt;What is spiritual pain?&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to express feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do people want to see?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-5874321747773084974?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/5874321747773084974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=5874321747773084974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/5874321747773084974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/5874321747773084974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-added-some-new-notes-to-my-book.html' title='I HAVE ADDED SOME NEW NOTES TO MY BOOK -  I AM ON APHORISM 484 AT THE MOMENT:'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-3126652721603055771</id><published>2008-03-04T05:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:03:02.678Z</updated><title type='text'>PUPILS PROBE RIDDLE OF LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/R8zctd3K6iI/AAAAAAAAAQU/_NUC2D1Qq-0/s1600-h/2178064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/R8zctd3K6iI/AAAAAAAAAQU/_NUC2D1Qq-0/s320/2178064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173752745610111522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy isn't a subject you would expect to be a favourite with young children.But a Dunvant Primary School teacher is promoting a philosophy course in primary schools across Swansea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil Jenkins is trained to run mentoring programmes for other teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said: "Following a two-day training course in philosophy for children, teachers are prepared to lead communities of inquiry in their classrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Inquiries begin with a story, from which children raise their own questions. &lt;a href="http://www.thisissouthwales.co.uk/displayNode.jsp?nodeId=161366&amp;amp;command=displayContent&amp;amp;sourceNode=232790&amp;amp;home=yes&amp;amp;more_nodeId1=161375&amp;amp;contentPK=20028026&amp;amp;bustcache=&amp;amp;1204608048812#views"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-3126652721603055771?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/3126652721603055771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=3126652721603055771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/3126652721603055771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/3126652721603055771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2008/03/pupils-probe-riddle-of-life.html' title='PUPILS PROBE RIDDLE OF LIFE'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/R8zctd3K6iI/AAAAAAAAAQU/_NUC2D1Qq-0/s72-c/2178064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-4929509287673547004</id><published>2008-02-28T09:23:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-28T10:22:35.795Z</updated><title type='text'>D THINKER INTERVIEWS NIETZSCHE</title><content type='html'>http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friedrich_Nietzsche"&gt;Friedrich_Nietzsche&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D THINKER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard you collapsed, are you better now? Do you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; you think too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIETZSCHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/39794.html"&gt;Be careful when you fight the monsters, lest you become one.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D THINKER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have lost faith in God, your father's faith made him into a vicar. Like Wagner you show more respect to eastern religions like Buddhism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIETZSCHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not mention Wagner to me, though I still hold a light to his Opera Tristan. My faith is in my pen. &lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/29608.html"&gt;In heaven all the interesting people are missing.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nietzsche looks in the distance, lowering his eyes to the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/40033.html"&gt;In truth, there was only one Christian, and he died on the cross!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D THINKER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not really read by the Christian Right. They took riot on the streets claiming you are raving mad. Even your sister fears for your insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIETZSCHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/362.html"&gt;Insanity in individuals is something rare - but in groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nietzsche drinks from a bottle of mineral water, trying to hesitate a reply...but keeping his eye on D THINKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D THINKER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Christ sacrifice individually to save such groups from insanity? Do not they speak in tongues?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIETZSCHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the holy spirit was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;free spirit&lt;/span&gt;, it speaks in tongues; this I consider more sane than their words. &lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/5087.html"&gt;The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D THINKER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I believe in groups which have many contours, rather than a group as a mono mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIETZSCHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/27726.html"&gt;The visionary lies to himself, the liar only to others.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both sense the same sorrow and dullness in their melancholy. You see it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D THINKER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I look intently at his left eye, so my eyes do not move left and right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIETZSCHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/39793.html"&gt;When you stare into the abyss the abyss stares back at you.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D THINKER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this is a good time to end, but the abyss is - quoting William James...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/29291.html"&gt;The stream of thought flows on; but most of its segments fall into the bottomless abyss of oblivion. Of some, no memory survives the instant of their passage. Of others, it is confined to a few moments, hours or days. Others, again, leave vestiges which are indestructible, and by means of which they may be recalled as long as life endures.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;(18&lt;/b&gt;42 - 19&lt;b&gt;10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Christians love their enemies, though not always, but do you love them back!&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;NIETZSCHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I add one word,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/33947.html"&gt;The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-4929509287673547004?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/4929509287673547004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=4929509287673547004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/4929509287673547004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/4929509287673547004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2008/02/d-thinker-interviews-nietzsche.html' title='D THINKER INTERVIEWS NIETZSCHE'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-5061016472596967639</id><published>2007-09-07T14:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T14:43:13.005+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A POST CARD FROM ME OR COMMENTARY ON 453</title><content type='html'>453&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion is not the energy of oneself, or even a sublime energy; as it stands here in this context: passion is the nature of one’s energy – one only needs passion if one has passion. For the nature of one’s being is gripped, life flows, but one needs to defy the naturalness of doing things in the day to get by. I think therefore I am, but what is one, if one creates a life through thought, one simply becomes a reflection of one’s thoughts. I exist, because I sense a purpose in the pathos of my density of energy...for it is the nature of an energy that creates a particular kind of energy. And one finds a flow through the day that defies naturalness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;commentary on 453 by d thinker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One should not try too hard to do the proper thing, as how does one know it is the proper thing to do. If one feels less hard hearted on one's path! Hence one should not point too accurately to one's path in the name of doing the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..............................d-thinker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-5061016472596967639?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/5061016472596967639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=5061016472596967639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/5061016472596967639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/5061016472596967639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2007/09/post-card-from-me-or-commentary-on-453.html' title='A POST CARD FROM ME OR COMMENTARY ON 453'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-7426055802556655124</id><published>2007-09-04T07:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:03:02.852Z</updated><title type='text'>ON PASSION  (and dance)</title><content type='html'>452&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of steps back, please.- Our basic dimension is not our present reality, as we lay in so many hidden colours, identity is layered with identity as a rubbish tip, but so used we are to the condition we betray ourselves and feel so satisfied. Passion is a path that starts when our reason stops, for our reason is limited for it lies within the parameters of the illusion of our realities. Nevertheless, passion is the question that cannot be felt; it is purely the feeling of movement inside of us, the part of us that remembers the way back, which places markers in our journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, what is the most basic reality? The place where we sit and say; ‘This is it? Though I do not know what it is?' The most basic reality, the spiritual realm, when our consciousness lays down on our own bed, it rests like a child: the still reality beckons. &lt;a href="http://theforbiddentruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;LINK TO BOOK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMENTARY ON 452&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think any person has tried to understand passion, other than in a state of high emotion. What I am trying to express here is that emotion is important if living is important to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe passion is not a feeling, or emotion; but an internal push! Some dancers become great, simply by following the lead of this inner movement. Here is a quote of one of the greatest dancers of the last century, no not Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="wijsheden-titel"&gt;     &lt;div class="tekst"&gt;     &lt;img src="http://www.quotes-of-wisdom.eu/_images/quote_begin.gif" style="float: left;" border="0" width="20" /&gt;     &lt;img src="http://www.quotes-of-wisdom.eu/_images/quote_eind.gif" style="float: right;" border="0" width="20" /&gt;       Great dancers are not great because of their technique; they are great because of their passion.     &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;a href="http://www.quotes-of-wisdom.eu/en/authors/detail/author-1475"&gt;Martha Graham&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/Rt0BKHyQiuI/AAAAAAAAAPE/82RPurEoxoY/s1600-h/martha+graham+and+passion.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/Rt0BKHyQiuI/AAAAAAAAAPE/82RPurEoxoY/s320/martha+graham+and+passion.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106238825908177634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more quotes from the great dancer of passion (and modern dance) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;• You are unique, and if that is not fulfilled, then something has been lost.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;• Some men have thousands of reasons why they cannot do what they want to, when all they need is one reason why they can.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;• The body is a sacred garment.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;• There is a vitality, a life-force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and be lost. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;• The body says what words cannot.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;• The body is your instrument in dance, but your art is outside that creature, the body.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;• Our arms start from the back because they were once wings. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;• No artist is ahead of his time. He is his time. It is just that the others are behind the time.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;• Dance is the hidden language of the soul.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;• Dancing is just discovery, discovery, discovery. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;• Dance is a song of the body. Either of joy or pain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;see her dance:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lr8OqS7glxk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lr8OqS7glxk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D - T H I N K E R - LAST WORD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look at a lot of music video, and you see some dancer, one has to say are they combining passion with their dance. Is it erotic dancing, which is impression dancing, and expressive dancing. Though in night-clubs, people dance without dancing, and it is more about doing something different, or for attracting a partner, it is not Individual dancing, but collective dancing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-7426055802556655124?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/7426055802556655124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=7426055802556655124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/7426055802556655124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/7426055802556655124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-passion-and-dance.html' title='ON PASSION  (and dance)'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/Rt0BKHyQiuI/AAAAAAAAAPE/82RPurEoxoY/s72-c/martha+graham+and+passion.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-8666187814752404776</id><published>2007-09-01T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T17:22:58.158+01:00</updated><title type='text'>COMMENTARY ON APHORISM 451</title><content type='html'>451&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The existence of passion is important because it so expressive of the souls want. It is of good custom to realise the unconscious currents that lie under our everyday feelings. A good distraction works only so well, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;distractions&lt;/span&gt; have a hope, in rebounding us to a place we fear to go - we may commit to a sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-Thinker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write occasional commentaries because I have occasional fears of not being understood. Though I have only so much time, but the week following 9th Sept. I will be leaving the country for a week, and will not be able to make any post till the following week - life has become a little heavy, as it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion is more than the everyday ness of doing things - one is swept away by passion, if one be a ship on an ocean, one would prefer the wind that names itself 'passion'. One is more inclined to the idea of destiny if one is intoxicated and moved by a force of passion, it is as if one also becomes the light of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama is based on passion, see these 3 quotes by dramatist Hebbel:&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;“Nothing great in the world has ever been accomplished without passion.”&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;“Mark this well, you proud men of action! you are, after all, nothing but unconscious instruments of the men of thought.”&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;“Whoever wants to be a judge of human nature should study people's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;excuses&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 451 I talk about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;distractions&lt;/span&gt;, which is similar to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;excuses&lt;/span&gt; in quote 3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-8666187814752404776?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8666187814752404776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=8666187814752404776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/8666187814752404776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/8666187814752404776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2007/09/commentary-on-aphorism-451.html' title='COMMENTARY ON APHORISM 451'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-8253341557872839232</id><published>2007-08-01T03:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T04:21:47.814+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ON SERIOUS MOODS</title><content type='html'>436&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destiny of destiny.- Sometimes big things become small, and small things become big – sometimes we simply fall into the marshes – how can we avoid the quick sand. The truth is that one should not wish for easy or difficult hope. On can find so many things in a mood, but one also needs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;worth&lt;/span&gt; to meet the sun half-way, but balanced equally with humidity, as many times one has to duck. Deeper in oneself one senses invisible strings to invisible mechanisms, I do not philosophise; I look up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;commentary - not all my aphorisms have commentaries, it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about one's heart of darkness, it is about things that disrupt one's flow. One may be late for work, but something spills, and now one is more late. It is about going on and on, without any pause, we complain what is going on in the world, yet one president may attack another country, or half attack it with a lie, due to something not being clear. It is about how things fall a part, the unity becomes dissolved, and meaning is laid out like cards on a table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail fortune! My eyes see more than a ceiling, we are more than bodies... Hail, the light shows the way but can also disguise the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I've come to the frightening conclusion that I am the decisive element in the classroom. It's my daily mood that makes the weather. As a teacher, I possess a tremendous power to make a child's life miserable or joyous. I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration. I can humiliate or humor, hurt or heal. In all situations, it is my response that decides whether a crisis will be escalated or de-escalated and a child humanized or de-humanized.”Dr. Haim Ginott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Ginott's communications approach: &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never deny or ignore a child's feelings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Only behavior is treated as unacceptable, not the child.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Depersonalize negative interactions by mentioning only the problem. "I see a messy room"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attach Rules to things, e.g., "Little sisters are not for hitting."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dependence breeds hostility. Let children do for themself what they can.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Children need to learn to choose but within the safety of limits. "Would you like to wear this blue shirt or this red one?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Limit criticism to a specific event - don't say 'never', 'always', e.g. "You never listen learn," "You always manage to spill things", etc.&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haim_Ginott"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;D-Thinker&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;I guess we can apply this to adults too, not just children. Though people are talked about by their colour  (or size) for we cannot describe people in talking about something, or losing the flow of something we are saying. Though it is the nature of light to have colour, and light shows us the path, but it is a very wide path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-8253341557872839232?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8253341557872839232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=8253341557872839232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/8253341557872839232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/8253341557872839232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-serious-moods.html' title='ON SERIOUS MOODS'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-2446580538977365683</id><published>2007-07-28T10:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T10:14:42.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ON GOING NO WHERE IN LIFE</title><content type='html'>434&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the meaning of purpose, but to find purpose? If we say it, we say what are we to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, aims are not purpose, but they are an expression of purpose. It is the most important things that are represented by purpose. It is the truth in ourselves that gives us the reason to have purpose, but then again the highest purpose, is simply being; the only true haven for the consciousness. And allowing the movement around of ourselves, to be a purpose for that movement: for one gravitates within oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commentary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many go here, and there; but we are not bees making honey. But we the bees that have become strangers - the bee that is trapped in a house with no garden, we have to look around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing to do in life is to do with purpose what one purposes to do.&lt;br /&gt;Pablo Casals&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-2446580538977365683?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2446580538977365683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=2446580538977365683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/2446580538977365683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/2446580538977365683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2007/07/on-going-no-where-in-life.html' title='ON GOING NO WHERE IN LIFE'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-4808057038691884505</id><published>2007-07-26T07:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T07:38:46.081+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ON THE FIRST THING WE DO WHEN WE WAKE UP, OR THE LAST THING WE DO WHEN WE WAKE UP?</title><content type='html'>433&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We represent our purpose.- We need not attempt to find a will to live; we wake up because we have a will. However, we survive because the biggest ambition is the smallest ambition. Small ambitions are actions, but big ambitions are not a will but only a plan, our will is not felt but it is behind our pulse, it is why we breathe… &lt;a href="http://theforbiddentruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;LINK TO SOURCE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMENTARY BY ME (WHO ELSE?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about trying too hard to wake up, if one is awake one is awake. The purpose of 433 is to find value in small actions. Yes, everybody values the will, it is a well-liked value in the work place, for a good will means good time keeping! Wrong, we do not create a will, it is already there, it can only be made through the humidity of small actions. There is a Samurai saying 'sleeping and awaking should be the same' and this is where the first spark for this aphorism came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;“&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/hope_is_a_waking_dream/222572.html"&gt;Hope is a &lt;b&gt;waking&lt;/b&gt; dream.&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://thinkexist.com/i/sq/as5.gif" title="Author Popularity 10/10" alt="" align="middle" height="9" width="11" /&gt; &lt;a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/aristotle/"&gt;Aristotle quotes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="sqb"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-4808057038691884505?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/4808057038691884505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=4808057038691884505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/4808057038691884505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/4808057038691884505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2007/07/on-first-thing-we-do-when-we-wake-up-or.html' title='ON THE FIRST THING WE DO WHEN WE WAKE UP, OR THE LAST THING WE DO WHEN WE WAKE UP?'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-8340194645069100420</id><published>2007-07-22T04:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T05:05:44.335+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ON knowledge</title><content type='html'>431 One only finds oneself in the fog.- There will always be doubts, the certainty of life is false, but the pleasure of doubt, is the drama of life and death. What are doubts? Nevertheless, the passion that goes beyond facts, finding warmth in the chills of cold analysis – there is fault with knowledge, for knowledge is only what is conferred, but not what is there.&lt;a href="http://theforbiddentruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;LINK TO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMENTARY ON 431&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very spiritual woman once laughed at me when I said that I have to lose myself to find myself, but I guess there is more to it then that, here I am able to express this idea in a more full manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember a woman at work, agreeing with this man towards me, with the fact that they feel the same in their old age, as when they felt when they were younger. These 2 people had no philosophy, but with all their facts they only had blank expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;When you know a thing, to hold that you know it, and when you do not know a thing, to allow that you do not know it - this is knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; Confucius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-8340194645069100420?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8340194645069100420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=8340194645069100420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/8340194645069100420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/8340194645069100420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2007/07/on-knowledge.html' title='ON knowledge'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-5626414783908865736</id><published>2007-07-19T08:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T08:57:19.037+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Professor Philosophers - Ask thinkers questions</title><content type='html'>This is a good idea, normally people ask psychologists questions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be a good way for people to get into philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the philosophy you are drawn to will depend on the questions you ask, it is not really a matter that one philosophy is better than others - sometimes one philosophy will lead to another philosophy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.amherst.edu/   &lt;a href="http://www.amherst.edu/askphilosophers/ask"&gt; ask     philosophers&lt;/a&gt;     /ask&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-5626414783908865736?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/5626414783908865736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=5626414783908865736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/5626414783908865736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/5626414783908865736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2007/07/professor-philosophers-ask-thinkers.html' title='Professor Philosophers - Ask thinkers questions'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-3664180476889504697</id><published>2007-07-18T06:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:03:03.228Z</updated><title type='text'>ON EMPATHY</title><content type='html'>Definitions of &lt;b&gt;Empathy&lt;/b&gt; on the Web:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;li&gt;feeling of concern and understanding for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;another's&lt;/span&gt; situation or feelings. Also, an emotional feeling of identification or understanding of a work of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.co.uk/url?sa=X&amp;start=0&amp;amp;oi=define&amp;q=http://www.worldimages.com/art_glossary.php&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNH07-0LPEjq04_qdsuaEgVpdlmeMg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;www.worldimages.com/art_glossary.php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;li&gt;The imaginative projection into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;another's&lt;/span&gt; feelings, a state of total identification with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;another's&lt;/span&gt; situation, condition, and thoughts. The action of understanding, being aware of, being sensitive to, and vicariously experiencing the feelings, thoughts, and experience of another of either the past or present without explicitly articulating these feelings. Fern empathizes with Wilbur; Charlotte empathizes with Wilbur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.co.uk/url?sa=X&amp;start=1&amp;amp;oi=define&amp;q=http://theliterarylink.com/definitions.html&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNF7VlBq0aP38St7wlHsICIV4Q-dTA"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;theliterarylink.com/definitions.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;li&gt;understanding another person's feelings by remembering or imagining being in a similar situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.co.uk/url?sa=X&amp;start=2&amp;amp;oi=define&amp;q=http://www.lymphomainfo.net/lymphoma/glossary.html&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNE16BzIQ_HeVrEKpRQc-uM3VZhrNw"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;www.lymphomainfo.net/lymphoma/glossary.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;429 - One pays a great price for empathy in being oneself, for to find empathy in being oneself means one is not being oneself. Empathy does work best with problems of being oneself, rather than actually being oneself; this explains why people end up in an unsure place in life. &lt;a href="http://theforbiddentruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;LINK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commentary on 429&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is about having too much desire to fit into life. One should not need to change too much, harmony is not forced. I guess this is the major key for 429, do not force harmony. Though many times for specific things empathy does work, I guess this is also about looking at something that we know about but in a deeper way, and perhaps from a different angle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some people do use empathy, to an extreme level i.e consider  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Meryl_Streep/"&gt;Meryl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Streep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, as she is an actress, empathy is a tool: to convey emotion in films:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/Rp2ukuQnleI/AAAAAAAAAOE/7HDm9aj8LDI/s1600-h/streep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/Rp2ukuQnleI/AAAAAAAAAOE/7HDm9aj8LDI/s200/streep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088415099914786274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The great gift of human beings is that we have the power of empathy.&lt;br /&gt;   Meryl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Streep&lt;/span&gt; (1949 - )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is easy to forgive such a belief in empathy, as films do entertain people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-3664180476889504697?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/3664180476889504697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=3664180476889504697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/3664180476889504697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/3664180476889504697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2007/07/on-empathy.html' title='ON EMPATHY'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/Rp2ukuQnleI/AAAAAAAAAOE/7HDm9aj8LDI/s72-c/streep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-8231939076397426691</id><published>2007-07-16T10:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:03:03.578Z</updated><title type='text'>Aphorism 428 from my second book:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/RptG9eQnldI/AAAAAAAAAN8/x519bASwxZc/s1600-h/Mob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/RptG9eQnldI/AAAAAAAAAN8/x519bASwxZc/s200/Mob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087738225953838546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;428&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will stay on in the same quest as how I was bought up, but my problems are the same too.- We are not endless in the possibilities of our differences, for we can only be so different as we belong to the same species. Differences do not reveal themselves in conflict against each other, for the psychology of the mob is being too the same. The battle cry is &lt;a href="http://lide.uhk.cz/home/fim/student/fsseboj1/www/61_68.html"&gt;not for&lt;/a&gt; nationality, and love, the battle is with oneself, but it is revealed with cruelty in the hostility and not in the hospitality to others. Cultures that live in hostility talk about too many differences, though it may be a different religion and wealth-wise too, whereas the faith and distribution be the same of the different cultures! &lt;a href="http://theforbiddentruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;book two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commentary by D-Thinker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/RptC2-QnlcI/AAAAAAAAAN0/lhZfTbS0bz8/s1600-h/Fonda.TomJoad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/RptC2-QnlcI/AAAAAAAAAN0/lhZfTbS0bz8/s320/Fonda.TomJoad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087733716238177730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remember a Henry Fonda western where he clears up a mob that wanted to hang a man in a jail. After the mob's mind was changed, he turned back to the mob with an expression of disgust, 'Don't forget that a mob is the lowest thing that a man can be'. Also here is another similar stance against the many in Mister Roberts - though a conflict did exist in going against the many...consider also 12 Angry Men, where a jury considers whether a person is guilty or not, being different can also make one into a person of interest in differences, and able to value the differences in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_CPHMain_ctl03_StandardPublishableObjectWebUserControl1_m_bodyLabel"&gt;&lt;span style="color:Black;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_CPHMain_ctl03_MuseObjectListWebUserControl1_ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_m_quoteSnippetLabel"&gt;"Everywhere you go is just like where you've been...."&lt;/span&gt; Henry Fonda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;The nineteenth century lynching mob cuts off ears, toes, and fingers, strips off flesh, and distributes portions of the body as souvenirs among the crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; Ida B. Wells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408753-8231939076397426691?l=thinking-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8231939076397426691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408753&amp;postID=8231939076397426691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/8231939076397426691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408753/posts/default/8231939076397426691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinking-time.blogspot.com/2007/07/aphorism-428-from-my-second-book.html' title='Aphorism 428 from my second book:'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7392/454/200/Fabien.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2Oq1KEMZ88/RptG9eQnldI/AAAAAAAAAN8/x519bASwxZc/s72-c/Mob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408753.post-2579279171562193195</id><published>2007-07-12T16:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T16:35:03.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'>On aphorism 426 from my second book</title><content type='html'>426&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breath of life.- What is it that drives us, what grips us, which management do we pursue, and how do we choose these directions? In times when we need a grip on the oars of our nature, our sense of direction loses itself, for we cannot simply follow our interests; in times of a need of focus we lose a sense to decide based on concerns. We eagerly pursue cares when there is no immediate obligation for a sense of direction in one's life, but because we follow our interests when we feel our interests we know the directions needed in the still moments of living. By being true to our interests we are true to our life, interests give us the gravity to navigate on the inner paths: the private paths, our feeling of destiny within our breath! &lt;a href="http://theforbiddentruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;Link to second book.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d-thinker commentary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about moments when our lives seem to hang in balance, we appear clueless. I am just asking why do we feel clueless when life feels so heavy? I am trying to explore the idea of how our interests lead us, though they appear to serve no purpose, why are we drawn to things? I also try to expand the nature of 'being interested'. Our interests are our sense of direction of things, notice that spark of attraction. So I am trying to explore how our culture affects us spiritually, we may listen to a song at a certain time of the day and it may be a piece of the jigsaw, but if we do not, we could feel worse, but why, unless there is more to it? In-terest and In-dividual are connected...in more ways than letters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;“&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/you_must_learn_day_by_day-year_by_year_to_broaden/13344.html"&gt;You must learn day by day, year by year to broaden your horizon. The more things you love, the more you are interested in, the more you enjoy, the more you are indignant about, the more you have left when anything happens.&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://thinkexist.com/i/sq/as3.gif" title="Author Popularity 6/10" alt="" align="middle" height="9" width="11" /&gt; &lt;a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/ethel_barrymore/"&gt;Ethel Barrymore quote&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-foote
