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… I’m constrained by a future that is only viable within the realms of financial pursuit. I’m not interested in money. I’m interested in good deeds and human beings.
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..........explore what they believe to be a life that resonated truer with their inner callings… whatever they may be… guided only by the faint disquiet in their hearts and minds at the way that society was guiding them. But guiding is a strong word. It was more the persuasiveness of the availability of the path of least resistance...
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...well off middle class who have found themselves in a situation where their survival is ensured, and they have enough spare time in their day to ponder the greater meanings of life, when the rest of the world is busy feeding themselves, sheltering themselves, and in many instances, protecting themselves. These are the twilight fancies of the affluent.....
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................such destructive arguments against the boys’ philosophy rattled their resolve and toyed with their self-esteem..................
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...............For we who walk in the green world are more affected by the illogical than the logical, though the rarity of the former, disguises its power................
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............Ever had a god moment? Ever had a feeling so impulsive and unknown in origin and nature that you flow with it without understanding where it’s taking you? I hope so, for these are life defining and religions are founded on such moments and lives take shape in their bosom. And they are a breath of a fresh, keen air blowing through the mechanistic gearing of the mind. Or like the feeling of a long postponed shave when you walk outside. Yes, these effervescent awakenings have a mind of their own and we stop composing for a while and play some other score from some conductor deep in our consciousness, and it feels good. We take this wall of white and streak it with flagrant colour, and dance without existing beyond our own movements. We live. And we live well. Maybe not with a sense of propriety. Maybe not within the culturally accepted modes of behaviour (which are more transient than these timeless outpourings), and maybe not safely or securely… but this is why it is a revelation. Because we are free. For a moment we are free from everything. And we act accordingly before the net falls and we find ourselves psychologically bound and gagged, dragged back into the rank and file...........
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............beyond the grey veil of possibility. And into the graphically vivid planes of potentiality. We can feel the forms of our fantasies, and allow ourselves the indulgence of conjuring unique phantasmagorical shapes that reflect the vibes we trail to whatever end. We become creative, expressive beings, microcosms of universal truths, played out in time and space for a brief period, but an eternal moment. It’s intimate and disenfranchising, colossal like thunder, placid as a limpid pool of blue...........
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..........Ah rebels. Such an interesting archetype of human personality. Rebels do not exist without a cause. A rebel without a cause is an oxymoron. The cause is there, whether you or they can see it or not. Because the essence of a rebel is in the act of opposition, to a cause, to a person, to an establishment, or to any entity that defines itself through a code of behaviour and appearance. It’s the quintessential example of what I like to term: ‘retrodefinition’. The process whereby an individual expresses itself in antithesis to a pre-existing concept and in the act defines itself...in contrast to definition... which is the realm of the hero...............
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...........And the degree of your retaliation to these different modes of living is directly proportional to the strength of your own sense of culture........
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.......I like my instincts -the figure of a sexy woman fits the hole in my brain like a glove. Women are weird and wonderful things and personally I appreciate the company of wonderful women. From my own experience, I think they are, as a general rule that can be broken, naturally healing, liberating, and uplifting. Every quality male should surround himself with quality from the opposite sex.........
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......Thus the search for meaning amidst the debris of the much-haunted human hopes and dreams and schemes comes to its timely end. With the end of both ‘I’ and ‘me’, the distance or separation between both ‘I’ and ‘me’ and the sense organs – and thus the external world – disappears. To be living as the senses is to live a clean and clear and pure awareness – apperception – a pure consciousness experience of the world as-it-is.
Because there is no ‘I’ as a thinker (a little person inside one’s head) or a ‘me’ as a feeler (a little person in one’s heart) – to have sensations happen to them, one is the sensations. The entire affective faculty vanishes ... blind nature’s software package of instinctual passions is deleted......
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