Impossible questions I ask before breakfast

What are thoughts? Where do they arise from? What are they made of? What are they for, what is their purpose? Can thought inquire into the nature of thought? How does an over processed thought feel like? How does an original new thought feel like? Can thought look beyond the edge of thought? What is … Continue reading Impossible questions I ask before breakfast

To Humanity ~ Of world changes, of tribes, of joy and peace

Dear Humanity, Please don't be alarmed about the changes that are taking place within the organism that you are. This is the time, the stage of development when human beings, fundamental cells of the organism called humanity, recognize the fact they are a part of a greater whole. This realization does not imply homogenization of … Continue reading To Humanity ~ Of world changes, of tribes, of joy and peace

Dreams are made of thought and love

Thinking without love divides. Without love, thinking loses its purpose. Love is the purpose of thinking. Love is living in peace and joy. Peace, a warm and soft kind of peace, a sweet and fragrant kind of peace, a wholesome peace, a goldenwhite peace, a heart healing and mind restoring kind of peace, a tranquil … Continue reading Dreams are made of thought and love

The boxes of men

What would the world be without straight lines? What would freedom be without mazes? What would men be without boxes? Categories? Hierarchies? Levels? Stages? Mechanisms? Models? Theories? Systems? Programs? Stories? Magic shows? Constructions? What would Life be without games? The excitement of being lost and finally found, of being trapped then finally freed, of speeding … Continue reading The boxes of men

“until the wave poured her inside me, right in here, in the bottle that I was” ~ fragment from work in progress

"Captain Theo steps aboard his ship. It is a glorious day. The sky is a brilliant gem. The ocean, a sparkling jewel. All villagers of Sunnysea came to cheer him. Their voices lift Captain's spirit even higher. Ladies hankerchiefs flutter like baby doves training for flight. It's been a long journey to this moment. It … Continue reading “until the wave poured her inside me, right in here, in the bottle that I was” ~ fragment from work in progress

the world is proof that mind creates

Looking at objects, I realize how mind, focusing, turns thoughts into things. Look at any object, any situation, any Perhaps this is the only role objects (all objects big and small, unique and serials, practical and useless, "good" and "bad", possessed or desired, material or mental constructs) have: visible touchable proofs of the power of … Continue reading the world is proof that mind creates