The Taboo of Questions

I was born questioning.   No matter what anyone presented me, I needed to know why it was the way it was.  Mostly, people did not give me a satisfying answer.  Saying things like, "Well it has always been this away and I don't know why, what...

There Is No Choice?

"There is no choice?" asked the child?   - Well - not exactly.  You, or precisely,  your unique *up-to-date conditioning* chooses, however, a predestination is more precise - although -  not entirely.   There is a logical paradox.  In...

A Complete Reality

To see a complete reality, the negative, as well as the positive, need to be of equal value.   Unfortunately, for humanity's continuance, too many people believe the negative is a true reality while the positive is some hippie new age idea...

Perfection is Impossible

Perfection is impossible if you are a learning being and, we humans are learning beings.   In an infinite learning-better process, perfection is not possible.  No matter when we define a perfection achieved, around the corner, a better awaits....

What is happiness?

A Thoughts friend recently asked on a blog, “What is happiness to you?”  I was going to comment but it felt more respectful to write a blog.     It is a question with which I long struggled.   Actually, in my opinion, this question can...

Tell Me For Sure

"Tell me for sure,” my friend, asked, "is there something after death?"   I hesitated but the answer was easy because, I had settled this question many years before.  It was a question inspired by existential pondering.  It was a question...

The Myth of Chaos

People often use the word chaos.  Until recently, this word did not pose a question for me;  however, I now think it signifies something that does not exist.   By the dictionary’s definition, chaos means a state of utter confusion and disorder –...

A World in Conversation

Oftentimes, after posting a blog, someone leaves me a comment that confuses me.  I reread it slowly, several times, hoping that the comment's meaning will become clear to me.  The confusion is the result of my failure to correlate - to find a...

Describing Each Other

Gathered around me is everyone I have ever known.  Each is holding a negative perception of me.  I see how very little any of them know me.  It seems their reasoning is based on what they need which has nothing to do with whom I truly am....

Efficiency Versus Reigning Fear

They stand at the crossroads between annihilation and an upgrade in evolution - either to continue with a traditional focus on outside forces or do a one-eighty and shift the direction inwards.    Currently, the people who reason that directing...

Calculating the Odds

It's interesting how humans view each other.  Unable to bridge the distance of separate consciousness, each person assumes that normal humans essentially share basically similar brains.   Even with the mounting evidence that brains are not created...

What is being one's self?

What is being one's self?   This has long been a confusing concept to me.  The first question that has as yet not been answered satisfactorily is: Exactly what is being one's self?     Is it saying and doing whatever spontaneously occurs...

In Absentia ...

Oh, the sadness that befalls me as I learn yet again of how we misunderstand each other.    I,  separate in my wisdom, certain of their innocence in not knowing, offer a something that does not close the divide of experience.   I can but...

Sad News

Today I received very sad news.  TomasSISI, a dear friend, died this morning.  I feel quite unworthy to break this news but here it is, He is no longer in this dimension.  I for one will greatly miss his writes and his presence. Sad beyond measure! ...

Perfect Learning Entities

I watched as the good feelings in the room inspired him.  He was one of the hosts and feeling the joy of his guests, he wanted insurance to keep it going. In a flurry of excitement, off he went to get more limes.  Acting from the best of him, he...

In conversation - with a beloved

Some relationships show us love while others are an opportunity to practice love.   In the beginning, we are unwritten, innocent of this reality’s negativity.  In the first four years, our existence is in a state of awe until the day, another...

Tough Love for Cynics

If you would define yourself a cynic, I know you rather as an intelligent thinker that has stopped hoping.   Unfortunately for this world, that this is so (that your cynicism has obliterated your hope), your negative view of what is and what is...

It sucks, does it not?

Sometimes, oftentimes, it just sucks big time, does it not?    I wonder why I keep at it.  But of course, I know that if there was an easy, guaranteed positive consequential exit, I would take it.   Shit man! People are horrible to each...

The Last Monday in August

I touch you my friend and you come forth offering me your solace and wisdom.  You are ever available. You never disappoint me.   The only connection truly interested in me, I am grateful for your relationship.  With no hidden agenda (your great...

The Hidden Communication

Other people’s judgements and reactions say more about them than me.    It took me a long time to understand this.     In childhood, I as well as everyone, is the subject of judgement.  The established system pushes and prods us.  It...

We exist in divergent realities.

We, depending on our culture, degree of sensitivity, interest of study, and life events experience diverse worlds.   We presume we all exist in the same world but this is incorrect.  We communicate as though others will comprehend ideas...

100 years in the past or the future?

The question posed, I ponder.     Would I rather be able to visit 100 years in the past or 100 years in the future?   The key word here is visit, meaning I would return to my existing life.   If I chose the past, I would experience...

Ah Thoughts.com where are you?

Nothing stays the same, yes?  And what can I say about what has happened to Thoughts.com? I wish there was no prior comparison to what was.   Do I sigh here?  What do I do?  What remains  but the lament of what once was and the fact that it...

We are all in service to others

Early morning again and here I am Blank-page.  You call me and I comply.   What do I have to say?  Nothing much.  Listening to music while I wait for words that would appear to you, dearest Blank-page.   Working diligently to remain aware...