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Lao Tsu

Heaven and earth last forever Why do heaven and earth last forever? They are unborn, So ever living The sage stays behind, thus he is ahead. He is detached, thus at one with all. Through selfless action, he attains fulfillment.

The five colors blind the eye. The five tones deafrn the ear. The five flavors dull the taste. Pacing and hunting madden the mind. Precious things lead one astray. Therefore the sage is guided by what he feels and not by what he sees. He let go of that and chooses this.

Give up sainthood, renounce wisdom, And it will be a hundred times better for everyone. Give up kindness, renounce morality, And men will rediscover filial piety and love. Give up ingenuity, renounce profit, And bandits and thieves will disappear. These three are outward forms alone, they are not sufficient in themselves. It is more important to see the simplicity, To realize one's true nature, To cast off selfishness And temper desire.

Yield and overcome; Bend and be straight; Empty and be full; Wear out and be new; Have little and gain; Have much and be confused. Therefore wise men embrace the one And set an example to all. Not putting on a display, They shine forth. Not justifying themselves, They are distinguished. Not boasting, They receive recognition. Not bragging, They never falter. They do not quarrel, So no one quarrels with them. Therefore the ancients say, "Yield and overcome" Is that an empty saying? Be really whole, And all things will come to you.

Knowing others is wisdom; Knowing the self is enlightenment. Mastering others requires force; Mastering the self needs strength. He who knows he has enough is rich. Perseverance is a sign of will power. He who stays where he is endures. To die but not to perish is to be eternally present.

Confucius Three kinds of friends beneficial, and three are harmful. When friends are honest, sincere, or knowledgeable, they are beneficial. When friends are pretentious, fawning, or opportunistic, they are harmful.

Those who have virtue have something to say, but those who have something to say do not necessarily have virtue. Humanitarians are courageous, but the courageous are not necessarily humane.

Leaders draw on limitless resources of education and thought to embrace and protect the people without bound.

A man who aspires to the way yet is ashamed of poor clothing and poor food, is not worth talking too.

Even if you have fine abilities, if you are arrogant and stingy, the rest is not worth considering.

Percy Bysshe Shelley The Cloud I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again. I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers, Lightning, my pilot, sits; In a cavern under is fettered the thunder, It struggles and howls at fits; Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The Spirit he loves remains; And I all the while bask in Heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.

Robert Frost Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leafs a flower. But only so an hour. Then leaf subside to leaf. So eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down today. Nothing gold can stay.

Edgar Allan Poe The Haunted Palace In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace- Radiant palace- reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion- It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair! Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow, (This- all this- was in the olden Time long ago,) And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, A winged odor went away. Wanderers in that happy valley, Through two luminous windows, saw Spirits moving musically, To a lute's well-tuned law, Round about a throne where, sitting (Porphyrogene!) In state his glory well-befitting, The ruler of the realm was seen. And all with pearl and ruby glowing Was the fair palace door, Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing, And sparkling evermore, A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty Was but to sing, In voices of surpassing beauty, The wit and wisdom of their king. But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch's high estate. (Ah, let us mourn!- for never morrow Shall dawn upon him desolate!) And round about his home the glory That blushed and bloomed, Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed. And travellers, now, within that valley, Through the red-litten windows see Vast forms, that move fantastically To a discordant melody, While, like a ghastly rapid river, Through the pale door A hideous throng rush out forever And laugh- but smile no more.

Self Education makes great men. -Bruce Lee

Educate yourself.

What you see, is this form that I hold now. Cherish the moment. Because its all we have. And it will not stay the same. All that it will become is a fond memory, so embrace it. If you lack any common decency or sense, then your in for a boring read. But if you do not, then you will probably be a little shocked. So brace yourself. Anyway.....In this life. I desire to help people, hence help the world. I want to contribute as much as possilbe. I feel were in a free fall or land slide as a collective race. Whatever analogy you conjure up, I believe we need help. In whatever shape or form, I want to provide it. But mostly if I have the opportunity to choose with people, I would like to aid anyone with dream interpretations. I do this interpretating by archetypical subconscious symbolism. It works, but it is not concrete, interacting with the individual is a requisite. It brings understanding, no fortune telling. Most, not all of our dreams are usually whats going on with us individually in a psychological sense. There is more to it all. But this would end up being a million pages long. On to the next......Well, I like basicly everything, but waste time in a negative manner. "So what the hell am I doing here". I ask myself that a lot here.... Connecting with people I guess is the attempt, out of these millions I feel very few will ever understand. Not me that is. Thats impossilbe. Ha ha ha! This world, this life, this existance. Theres more to it than people think. If they think at all. You know it's funny, that it's not polite to talk about religion or politics, you know things that matter. Like god forbid we should start thinking, or is it that people may not be civil enough to handle different ideas yet, or could it be a subconscious sense that you might be wrong, a bi-product of insecurity that what was imposed on us from when we were young. Lets face it, not everything we were taught is true or right. Really, think about it. I could "save a baby duck" or whatever from certain death, and take care it, feed it and give it a funny little name. That duck would think I'm its mother, and that this is normal, and the way it should be. Creating a new or different perception. This connotation means two different things yet they are the same. So you see where I'm going with this. We are one. Killing for a belief defeats its cause. The things repressed and tucked away, they grow and grow, eventually becomes a preverbal "demon" and will a make its presence felt. So branch out, make mistakes, experience things for yourself. Thats what your here for. This is the greatest gift!! And our freedom is icing on the . And if you made it to the end of this one section, I thank you. You are not a parasite, just taking and exploiting this world. Hey, I never said I was perfect.

LOVE

Is something I guess you can say about me. Though there is too little of it.

Tunnel of love. And not that kinda of tunnel you perv's!

Its all I want, I really don't care about anything else. Everything does'nt matter to me without it.

It all seems to be some game that is not fun.

Heres a little fun for ya! In this picture, there are seventy some odd bands/groups. Test your knowledge of music or cognition, or both. How many can you get?

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