Nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so

To assume make an ass out of u and me.



The art of divination shows where the seat of the divine truly is.

Deep down we each divine our own meaning.

From dust we came and to dust we shall return.

We are each shining points of light each dancing to our own tune.

The self is inconsistent, contradictory and in constant flux.

I claim my self as its own.

Freedom is in the mind, the spirit and the soul.

And then, I am not a narcissist, except in the sense that no-one is an island and we are all defined by our social connections.

I wish I could say more, but there is no point... Just tell her, you know who if you're reading that if they want to shoot for the stars and see the world, never to sell the house.

Folks like us need a stable refuge to fall back on where our memories can return.

Moving on...

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Too late probably but I broke a rule, this blog was supposed to lack gossip...