because it’s as if people are “bad” and somehow has to be told; conditioned to; even rewarded for or punished for (not) doing “good”. i believe that humans have an inherent tendency for good — that if we think an act is truly good, then it has to be the…

i more and more come to think that every single person is somewhere along their own journey; in that i don’t really have the right to judge where they are let alone where they should be. that when i see random people doing random thing i come to see it with kindness. — they may not know what they’re doing; they might be (what i call) “asleep” (as in lacking self-awareness and all that) but i no longer think there’s any “obligation” — not mine, at least — to “wake” them up;

doesn’t rest (at least for too long.) light lives through (not in.) light gives, not by showing, but by passing. light hugs, but lets things be itself — — keeping things true, to itself. O, my Fellowship of Light! stay afloat.

of lightness is the unneeding of justification; the loss of appetite in acknowledgement; the standing, on its own, by itself — for itself — for it is nothing but empty. light. like a leaf fully, presently, flowing through the washing of the wind unresisting, but elegantly dancing, through it all through it all through every bit every atom, of the wind be it gentle, or torturous, as it may still unresisting.

the thing about being “compassionate” with —to “suffer with”— myself is that it, first, takes noticing what really is it am i feeling. yet when i probe into it, more often than not, i just can’t find anything. as if the feeling had been… a mere illusion, all along. i’m…

than simply readying one’s self to accept the answer— —that has always been there.

come, at once!” He came; and he whispers, his italic tongue dancing, truthfully: Yes, yes. Indeed, if life is meaningless, why do you not— —just die? I do not know. Half curious. Half—scared. You can, simply, jump off the balcony —and it would not make any difference. I pause— Verily. Verily. No, no No, it’s not the pain — what is pain but sensations? Right — what —comes to mind? Yes, it struck it struck—

— life is nothing but,” thinks Charlotte. “And the byproducts — ” she continues, “Consciousness. Love. Humanity. “Indeed, “Life — itself.”

it’s as if love is something greater than the sum of its parts. love contains many things — from lust to care to company to affirmation to boredom — yet the quirky thing is if one were to break down all of those parts and try to pursue one by…