From Steppenwolf by Hermann Hesse The war against death, dear Harry, is always a beautiful, noble, and wonderful, and glorious thing, and so, it follows, is the war against war. But it is always hopeless and quixotic too.
and when my mind is wandering, there I will goooooo.....we were painting one room in the house, gonna take it one room at a time. brown and white... gonna do more in the next few weekends I think. love the smell of paint.... I've been doing a lot of laundry and cleaning cause I had some rather annoying visitors in my house. fleas. nasty little things they are, they bite you and it itches so bad it was killing me. I got something called 'after bite' to put on the bites and the main ingredient ...
Well, I have been hideously busy with work and uni stuff, it's super fun... Sort of. I went out on a friend's boat yesterday, and tried wakeboarding for the first time. I managed to get up on my first attempt but was unsure what to do with myself once up, and kept falling over after standing for five seconds. Lots and lots of water went up my nose. On my last attempt I managed to turn the board around so it was facing the right way and stayed upright for about 100 metres. Then I face ...
Children's story, prince, princess. Falling in love, child's play. Kinder dreams, beautiful fairytale. Need not truth, Not disappointment. Unanswered questions, lies, mystery. Too much for me, to figure out. Why decide, struggle to unfold? A mental image, my own dream. Somebody else, ideal creation. Like a child, my own. ...
O mystical AUM, O healing Essence, O Source of Love and Being, O Universal Truth, Thou art Sun and Moon Breath and blood of all beings, warp and woof of existence, Thou art perfection of forms.
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