Nice thoughts found by Zax

Mood: At odds with the inhabitants
Listening to: The everpresent countdown, ticking its way towards mankinds destruction at it's own hands

Mood: Enlightened
Listening to: Co and Ca

Freedom is a heavy load, a great and strange burden for the spirit to undertake.  It is not a gift given but a choice made, and the choice may be a hard one.  The road goes upward towards the light; but the laden traveller may never reach the end of it.

A tiny change today brings to us a dramatically different tomorrow.  There are grand rewards for those that pick the high hard roads, but those rewards are hidden by years.  Every choice is made in the uncaring blind, no guarantees from the world around us.

Character comes from following our highest sense of right, from trusting ideals without being sure they will work.  One challange of our adventure on earth is to rise above dead systems - wars, religions, nations, destructions - to refuse to be a part of them, and express instead the highest selves we know how to be.

No one can solve problems for someone whose problem is that they don't want problems solved.

Commerce is an idea and choice expressed.  Look about you at this moment: everything you see and touch was once invisible idea until someone chose to bring it into being.

Bad things are not the worst things that can happen to us.  NOTHING is the worst thing that can happen to us. 

I dont make mistakes, I have unexpected learning experiences.

He thought of how things had changed, day by day, land after sea.  Everything had changed so he would arrive at this moment, when he would realise he no longer cared, that he had nothing left to lose but his own sense of worth, his own humanity.  And how he was not going to surrender that without a fight.

An easy life doesn't teach us anything.  In the end it's the learning that matters: what we've learned and how we've grown.

We can have excuses, or we can have health, love longevity, understanding, adventure, money, happiness.  We design our lives through the power of our choices.  We feel most helpless when we've made the choices by default, when we havn't designed our lives on our own.

We are each given a block of marble when we begin a lifetime, and the tools to shape it into sculpture.  We can drag it behind us untouched, we can pound it into gravel, we can shape it into glory.  Examples from every other life are left for us to see, lifeworks finished and unfinished, guiding and warning.  Near the end, our sculpture our sculpture is nearly finished, and we can smooth and polish what we started years before.  We can make our greatest progress then, but to do it we must see past the appearances of age.

We generate our own environment.  We get exactly what we deserve.  How can we resent the life we've created for ourselves?  Who's to blame, who's to credit, but us?  Who can change it any time we wish, but us?

Any powerful idea is absolutely fascinating and absolutely useless until we choose to use it.

There is no disaster that can't become a blessing and no blessing that can't become a disaster.

Gods word.  Empty syllables, more powerful than arrows, for no one dares stand against them.  How simply the quick grasp power from fools.  First turn merciless, then claim you're the Scourge of God and your armies swell with those too dim to imagine a loving god, too frightened to challenge an evil one.  Shout that God promises women, oranges, wine, all the gold of Persia when they die with the blood of infidels on their swords, and you have a force that turns cities to rubble.  To sieze power, call up God's word, for that word best shifts fears to rage at any enemy you choose.

What happens to intelligence when it believes the lies it invents for others?  Does it go to mad whirlpools, down midnight drains?

Maybe that's why we forget other lifetimes when we're born, to get a fresh start, to
concentrate on doing a better job this time.  Better job of what , I nearly said,
heard "expressing love" before the question was made into words.