When you conceive of something as a “truth”, it becomes an obstruction. Take a chisel to your cranium and dig out the gray matter until all that’s left is a cavity. That’s where thoughts arise. The discarded brain tissue is what solidifies these capricious thoughts into rigid belief systems, thereby ruining their spontaneity and transforming them into neuroses. Throw the post-op mess in the trash where it belongs.
You will not find answers or satisfaction in relationships or in church or in a career or a hobby or on the distant shores of exotic lands. This is because there are no answers to be found and satisfaction lies solely in that realization.
By profession, I sit and I watch; but if you hear me profess, that means I’m off the clock. Words are just playthings, never accomplishing anything at all. Sure, I move around and pick things up and put…
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