The Souls of the Dead Where do we go we weary souls who fear not the shadows and smile in comradery with death. How the light shuns from us but at this we only laugh. For we despair not at the unknown nor turn away from exploration into those dark places. We souls that tremble not before forces unseen. We who are not ...
Always value independence Don't put your faith in other's gods. Every person is a prison And love merely a transience. Ignore that distant motherland Don't cleave to virtues mostly flawed. Every concept is a danger And hate will just misunderstand. So practise aloof detachment Don't be a puppet of the times. Every action has an outcome And eventually a judgement. ...
I spent yesterday in a strange state of ecstasy. It has partially worn off now, though some impression of it lingers. I felt at once joyful, ecstatic, overwhelmed, blissful. Sadness was there too, but only the impression of sadness, like a dark animal sleeping somewhere inside. I was everything and nothing. I was in love, I am in love. I was fulfilled and yet strangely empty. Here and not here. My appreciation, my sense of everything was heightened; I craved warmth, skin, contact with everyone and ...
(Warning: Upcoming rant) You know what really gets under my skin? When modern moviegoers can't stand to sit through five minutes of a film like Strangers on a Train or The 39 Steps, and yet enjoy shallow big-budget modern Hollywood thillers with familiar leading roles, who despite their good looks, are utterly one-dimensional and have no character whatsoever. Modern thrillers are the bratty grandchildren of Alfred Hitchcock and are respected far more than their creator ...
Updated 10-24-2009 at 11:58 PM by DanielBenoit
Dear person I met during harinam on the plaza, In the occurrence of which I realized every detail of the circumstances of our encounter was absolutely unique, and yet simultaneously eternal - To you I wish the greatest happiness, be you an illusion or real.
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