Life has no intrinsic meaning to me – at least none that I’ve yet been able to discern. What is meaningful in life can only be found in the mind of the beholder.
Write your own scripture.
Kick a dog enough and pretty soon, it’ll cringe whenever you walk by.
I wish I could stop cringing.
The Internet is homogenizing the world. I’m not sure this is a good thing. Kind of like the Tower of Babel.
Making love honestly
Without self-consciousness or judgment
And with self-consciousness and judgment
With lusty desire
And a singular reverence for the soul within the vessel…
This is the most sacred activity I know of. It’s soulful symbiosis.
Scarcity is a myth.
And a very dangerous myth in that it provides a rationale for desire.