My Ongoing Exploration of Earth
My Ongoing Exploration of Earth
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Pain and sex are opposites. Domination and love are opposites. They could not possibly be any more different. Whips, gags, and chains are what you use on those you dislike, not those you like. Kissing, hugging, and making babies are things you do with those you like, not those you dislike.
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We don’t need more of Jesus or more of God’s power in our lives; we already have it all. We only need less of ourselves.
The older I get, religion for me becomes less about the assurance that God will protect and provide and more about the realization that there is nothing in this world worth holding onto anyways.
We should all know our purpose, yes. But for many of us, we will not know our whole life’s purpose until it is over. For now, living through to the next day is purpose enough. We would not expect a fetus to know of any greater purpose, why expect more of an adult?
Optimists see within every failure an even greater success, while pessimists see within every success an even greater failure. They are both right; time goes on and the string of successes and failures never ends.
If strangers are just friends you haven’t met yet, friends are just enemies you haven’t offended yet.
All pithy bits of wisdom sound great until applied to real-world situations.
Any temptation can be endured for short periods by even the least among us. Even the lightest temptations will break the strongest among us given enough time.
Taking a break can sometimes help you get more done in the long run.
It is better to eat a burger made by washed hands than to eat a burger made by gloves that have previously taken out the trash.
It is better to look both ways before running a stop sign than it is to stop and go without looking. It is better to obey the spirit of the law than the letter. Never mop up a spill before you have plugged the leak.
Do not ignore or belittle those of little power or influence. Small things grow.
Every moment is unique. Every situation is unique. A door that was closed seconds ago may be open now. A door that seems open now may slam in your face as you attempt to enter. Persistence is no more a predictor of success than acquiescence, and adaptation is no more a predictor of success than stubbornness.
One does not need to be able to cite an example of a general pattern to be sure of the truth of its existence any more than one needs to be able to count the pickets on a picket fence to recognize that it is indeed a fence and not an elephant. Humans better remember broad rules or principles of the relationships between things than they remember every detail of every waking moment of their lives.
Logic is not a social construct. Logic cannot be taught. In order to teach someone anything, they must first be able to learn. In order to learn, they must first be able to think and process information. In order to think and process information, they must first be able to use logic. Logic is innate.
It never ceases to amaze me the width, depth, and number of prejudices that fit inside tiny, little minds.
A while ago, I posted Questions Without Answers. Here are some more:
Are deaf people ever in their sound mind? Is a sound mind one that hears voices? Are they called “hot” potatoes because they’re stolon? Can poor people perform rich-uals? Why aren’t cowboys away from home called deranged? Is one who creates fashion a fascist? Is it better to be mauled by a bear or bare at the mall? Applying myself to see things from another’s point of view is a good thing. I should do so more often. It’s just that once in a while – just sometimes – I want others to see things from my point of view.
It is a hard thing when the one you love does not love you back. It is harder still when the one you love doesn’t even love herself. I’ve been there.
True champions always have time for losers. That’s what makes them champions.
Even falsehoods will contain gems of truth. Even drivel will contain bits of value. Even fools teach wisdom by their bad example.
A penny saved is to put off until tomorrow what you could do today.
A stitch in time mends a fence between neighbors.
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