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Precious

I love to cook.  I love the taste, the smell, and the texture of food.  I used to hate it because of how I abused it and used it to try and fill an emptiness inside me.   1,159 more words

Writing

The great empty mind

https://brainhavefun.files.wordpress.com/2014/09/hurshim.mp3

 

You can listen and have the Hurshim (虛心) as yours.  You never fall in love with your personalized small mind, because it is ridiculously dangerous to you and others. 21 more words

Fun

From a Notebook Lost: The Same and The Other 45

In a said relative state with a semblance of reality we sit and stand and look about for the coming of something and nothing. Yet even the same and the other, do we wait upon, and wait even still, and wait even later, we shall. 150 more words

Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance - Robert Maynard Pirsig

“If someone is ungrateful and you tell him he’s ungrateful, okay, you’ve called him a name. You haven’t solved anything.” A must read (may require a re-read) book full of insights with lessons to overcome most of our contemporary dilemmas. 426 more words

Philosophy

Is Our Life A Pursuit Of That Which Is Good In The Sight Of God?

Now we exhort you, brethren, warn them that are unruly, comfort the feebleminded, support the weak, be patient toward all .   See that none render evil for evil unto any ; but ever follow that which is good, both among yourselves, and to all .   19 more words

Religion

On Identity, Mindfulness, and the Fallacy of the Present

Listen, I understand our collective attachment to the past. We have good things kept safely tucked away there, things that nothing in the present moment can touch. 981 more words

Milennials

Silence-Two Faces

Silence of the Soul

When silence can be attained                                                                      Knowledge can be received                                                                                       But when we silence                                                                                                      It becomes an albatross                                                                                              Oh silence, how vastly you can differ from act to act. 8 more words

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