How is it that people can choose inanimate objects or concepts over Life? Going so far as to destroy life in order to posses something as silly as a shiny rock. Is it comfort that people seek? Pleasure? The age old question: what is the purpose of life? The only answer that makes any sense for me is to use my life to serve life. People may answer this question with the idea that we are here in this life in order to get somewhere else at a later date. Sure. "Where there is Dogma, there is no Karma." One humble suggestion would to work for making that somewhere else here, and that later date now.
Hmmm. Does confidence come with disconnection?
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
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