April Showers bring May flowers
and Mayfly
Sunday mornings are the best! Especially early Spring mornings.
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A thousand years from today, everyone you know will be long dead and forgotten. There’ll be nothing left of the life you love, no evidence that you ever walked this planet. That, at least, is what the fundamentalist materialists would have you believe. But suppose the truth is very different? What if in fact every little thing you do subtly alters the course of world history? What if your day-to-day decisions will actually help determine how the human species navigates its way through the epic turning point we’re living through? And finally, what if you will be alive in a thousand years, reincarnated into a fresh body and in possession of the memories of the person you were back in this era? These are my hypotheses. These are my prophecies. Which is why I say: Live as if your soul is eternal.— Rob Brezsny
You will be dead much longer than you will be alive. This is the truth of things. Better get used to the idea. The lives of men and women, cats and dogs, birds and fish are merely hiccups in an endlessness that will never be fully realized. You are here now and will be gone in some years, months, perhaps even days or hours. The execution of this plan will never change, despite the fact that you will do your best to convince yourself otherwise.You merely feed off the scraps of words and wares consolidated by those that came before you. You are a thing void of structural integrity. Like anything built or born, you will eventually succumb to either the weight of the world or the weight of walking it. This is the only thing you ever need come to terms with. That eventually you will be lost. They will lose you. You will be forgotten and never heard from again. And no one will ever know the story that was your life.— Mathew Good
I had a dream last night that I could fly. I sprouted hug wings from my back and spread them open like a beautiful butterfly. I started off really slow at first, low to the ground then I gradually got braver and braver. I flew to great heights, above all trees, higher than the tallest buildings. Up, up above the clouds - it's cold up there you know? I flew over the ocean. To all my favourite places in the city. Then I got tired and flew back home and crawled into my bed, slept deeply and sound for the rest of the night. |
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