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Why say another word when words can not change a thing? I wish you would see the honesty of the feeling which gave them life Maybe you would not discard them so easily Those who know don’t speak Those who speak don’t know Why speak when the end is already in sight? What difference would it make? A word of truth has the sound of a stone in a bottomless well Its impact never known Your departure guaranteed

I am a thinker and my intention is to make my life as pleasant as I possibly can. I don’t jump over fences just because other people say I should. I prefer to be by myself rather than be with people who bore me to death talking about how great they are or how difficult their life is. I have a cursory interest in what’s happening in the world, in my professional field and in small talk topics, but none of it fascinates me deeply. I realise that I actually live in my mind, and if anything is worth changing, it is the way my mind works – in other words, I am totally mad and nobody is going to stop me from totally enjoying the expe

Has it ever happened to you That what you once thought you knew Was proven to be wrong Has it occurred to you That what you think you know today May also prove to be wrong You may well realise that once you were a fool You surely see the fool in others Yet you are so sure of yourself today And still call yourself a rational being

Freedom is a great word That has deceived many The wind in my hair The adrenalin pumping A well calculated risk I think I can feel its meaning But I'm soon captured again When all the family have turned their backs When all the friends have gone There is the freedom of not being known The mind swings freely flirting with insanity Death is immaterial Letting go of all control Tending only to the moment I think I can feel its meaning And nobody noticed my escape

Unemployed, looking for work Healthy body, healthy mind Slight deviation from mainstream $20,000/yr Young Aboriginal, thrown into prison for stealing Healthy body, healthy mind strong deviation from mainstream $80,000/yr Severely handicapped Possibly healthy mind Adjustment to mainstream unknown $200,000/yr

The mind, unable to ingest infinity presumes its contents to be the key to control yet all knowledge is illusionary despite our vain assertions of its validity life continues to prove us wrong as we keep missing the point The process of learning is not a means to an end it is the end in itself and knowledge is its enemy It is arrogance to think there would be one person on earth you'd have nothing to learn from It is only in ignorance of its complexity to think there is one thing you truly understand The infinity of Life is mirrored in its every instant

As all is one and one is all What is given will be received In selfishness we clearly aim To nourish our greed And shrivel in the vacuum When only pleasure given Can rejoice our soul

Life, what a puzzle it is. So precious it seems, yet so fragile. As a child we don’t ask what life is, where it is going and what our place in it should be. Just like an animal, we live in complete innocence. But soon the suffering sets in and ensuring our survival requires our conscious mind. With its impressive qualities of memory, logic, and consequent prediction of the future it seems an awful treasure and weapon bestowed upon humans. Thus we conclude that our conscious is so precious that we must surely be superior to all other forms of life. Surely it is better than the perfection of a cat’s body in its function to hunt. It

The most beautiful thing in life It grows with glowing colours Yet nothing to be touched Fragile as the finest glass When it is shattered The pieces causing pain It will rebuild and grow again In many forms and shapes How many lives does it have Every time seems like the last As the last must as surely come As its promise never kept

Sociologists speak of the ‘Mirror Self’ As if there was only other’s perception To define who I am After long and exhaustive search I must agree there is only an empty shell Filled with other’s dreams and expectations None of it is mine I is only the space staging the illusion Now I know I’m not what others think I am But I don’t correct any of their misconceptions I play the part as best I can The opinions I offer are as honest as can be Without shattering the mirror Truly knowing that I is nothing I can be anything at any time And no one would ever know That the result of any action Is comple