Guard The Heart Carefully
If ever there was a time to be aware of the content of the mind, now is that time. Events have accelerated to such a degree that it is difficult to really know what will happen next. We have only to look into the immediate past to understand how events are slowly spiraling out of anyone's control.
There appears to be a penchant for hoarding and guarding that hoard. Why? What has set this into motion and made the average person so jealously protective of "one's own" and desirous of what others have? Has this activity happened due to an unwillingness to observe the heart? The content and process of one's own consciousness? Are we just too greedy? Do we simply want too much? More than what is good for us? Do we have any choice BUT to "live up to the Jones?"
What would it mean to truly live "an alternative lifestyle?" An alternative to what? The waste and preposterousness of war? The madness of running like animals in a maze? Why have we become so divorced from our Creator? Who is this anyway? Does He/She/It care? Why have we de-personified God?
A wise metaphysician once wrote, "God has every attribute of personality except its limitations." Wow. This means a living and breathing God, immanent in all respects, active, alert, and responsive. Few can fully comprehend the enormity of what this means. Can you?
So the days continue to play themselves out. People are living, being born, dying. What is changing amid all this? Are we learning anything? To quote a Beatle, "With every mistake, we must surely be learning!" Yes? Really? What? And, for what?! Really, where is it tending. Ah, there's the rub. Rub-a-dub-dub, three beings in a tub. Along came a spider and sat down beside her, and then all the kings horses and all the kings men couldn't braid Rapunzel's hair too much longer again.
Forgive the digression. This is the young one regurgitating patient misgivings for "Paradise Lost" and "Childhood's End." One day, one day... Thus said Zarathustra, Tiraeus, the Blind Prophet. Weila La Leia, Weila La La, Leialala...
Until we meet again.
There appears to be a penchant for hoarding and guarding that hoard. Why? What has set this into motion and made the average person so jealously protective of "one's own" and desirous of what others have? Has this activity happened due to an unwillingness to observe the heart? The content and process of one's own consciousness? Are we just too greedy? Do we simply want too much? More than what is good for us? Do we have any choice BUT to "live up to the Jones?"
What would it mean to truly live "an alternative lifestyle?" An alternative to what? The waste and preposterousness of war? The madness of running like animals in a maze? Why have we become so divorced from our Creator? Who is this anyway? Does He/She/It care? Why have we de-personified God?
A wise metaphysician once wrote, "God has every attribute of personality except its limitations." Wow. This means a living and breathing God, immanent in all respects, active, alert, and responsive. Few can fully comprehend the enormity of what this means. Can you?
So the days continue to play themselves out. People are living, being born, dying. What is changing amid all this? Are we learning anything? To quote a Beatle, "With every mistake, we must surely be learning!" Yes? Really? What? And, for what?! Really, where is it tending. Ah, there's the rub. Rub-a-dub-dub, three beings in a tub. Along came a spider and sat down beside her, and then all the kings horses and all the kings men couldn't braid Rapunzel's hair too much longer again.
Forgive the digression. This is the young one regurgitating patient misgivings for "Paradise Lost" and "Childhood's End." One day, one day... Thus said Zarathustra, Tiraeus, the Blind Prophet. Weila La Leia, Weila La La, Leialala...
Until we meet again.
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