The Greatest Tax We Pay
The way this world of ours works, we pay a price when fellow citizens are unwell. The smoker, the drinker, the sufferer of cancer or heart disease — when we’re taxed, we pay our share of their health bill. Stress weaves an invisible needle through our daily lives, puncturing much and sewing great dramas. Property prices rise, interest rates come and go, coffee becomes dear and groceries seem expensive. So off we go to work, to pay for it all. At work, many feel surrounded by demanding people, unreasonable people. It is hard to escape them. If these people drive the ship, we’re
The Price of Desire.
I identify with discipline. Everyone looks lazy. I identify with running. Non-runners are missing out. I identify with drinking. The sober people are crazy. I identify with intelligence. People start to look ignorant. I identify with talents. I feel bad for the less talented. I identify with money. I feel bad for poor people. So I change… I identify with being lazy. All pursuits seem trivial. I identify with non-drinking. The drinkers are fools. I identify with atheism. The religious people are deluded. Then I find God. All non-religious are doomed. Did I really find God? It seems I can abuse or over-indulge in anything. I can make any belief dangerous. The consequence is
The Key Hangs On The Door Unguarded
It scares them. The thought of other people gaining Awareness of themselves scares them. They think it’s dangerous if people think freely. They see this as a bad thing for society. They are afraid that unchained minds and unchained souls will topple the structures of stability. To them we say, ‘Don’t worry my friends — when the guard tower falls and the cell doors open, when the young people walk free from the penitentiary of stability, there will be nothing forcing you to follow…’ ‘You can stay in your cell if you so wish
It’s Nothing More Than A Party
The Student said, Speak to me of existence. For this world is deceptive — in every corner dances a different shadow of what to pursue, what to follow. And the Doorman said, Here I stand on the shoulders of giants, for it is not I, but many before me who pointed out that existence is essentially playful. There is no necessity for it whatsoever. It is like music or theatre. The whole purpose of it is simply to be enjoyed, to engage others, and to stimulate them. It is an experience. In one way of thinking, music, theatre and art are not essential —
How to Win the Game
They raced ahead and made it further up the mountain. But when they looked back, all they saw was the trail of destruction they left in their wake to get there. The path was lined with the skeletons of all those they climbed over. At that moment they longed to go back and try again, but it was too late. Their time had been spent. I didn't reach the peak of the mountain they climbed. I found a detour, and followed it. Suddenly I came to a quiet opening that looked out over a peaceful valley. Creatures surrounded me and chirped away, and the wind whistled