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The height of
Meditation is perpetual orgasm. When the world falls away and all is blissful
and calm.
Our Reasons are our Excuses.
Learn
only from Experience. Trust no one else. Know stillness, don't think
about it.
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To my Courageous Humankind,
Failure
Everyone will fail. Fate demands it.
Everyone will lose. There is no choice. You will fail.
You can see it out there if you look. It is in front of you even if you thought you had
passed it. It is failure. Look to the horizon. Though the circumstance or the cause may
not be known, there is a situation ahead that will crush you. It is unavoidable. No matter
how good the luck has been or how bad the luck has been, it will get worse. The theory of
relativity demands it. Doesn’t it? The rich man who has held a pampered life, he will
fail. Maybe his dog, the one he received when he was just born will run beside him on the
impressive lawn that he played upon all his life. The dog will be so excited that the man
is back from the university. Then maybe this dog will run passed him. Maybe the dog will
run into the streets. The man will yell at the dog. He will try to catch the dog. But the
dog will be run down by a truck. The rich man may have failed to save the dog. Or maybe he
will love what cannot love him. Maybe he will hate what truly loves him. He will fail.
Maybe the poor man who watched the rich man as the dog was run down, maybe he was rich
once too. Maybe that old poor man had possessed more wealth than the young man who just
failed. And maybe that old man left the riches because he felt the route to get the money
tainted him. Maybe his pre-possessed morals failed him. Or maybe he bet on the wrong
horse. He failed. As that rich boy weeps on the green lawn for that old mutt, the old
vagrant will remember what he had. The old man will remember how green his lawn once was.
And he will smile. The grass will always seem like it was greener at one point than
another. Relatively, there will always be grasses to compare. The longer a life, the more
grass there will be to compare. Some of the grass will not grow at all, even though we
really want it to. Sometimes the soil is not rich enough, or maybe it is too rich, too
strong for our experience. So many of us spend the greater parts of our lives wishing for
the grasses of others. So many of us want the six acre expanse of grass that the rich man
ran across. Some want the grass that the old man remembers, the memory that brings a smile
and a reminder of what had happened. However, the young man won’t have the dog back
as he weeps on the grass. He doesn’t care about grass. He will be destroyed by what
he loves. The old man’s memories of a simple beautiful lawn that brought him a smile
will lead to other thoughts, naturally, and the smile will frown as the old man remembers
what he did to get the lovely lawn. And what will come for them both? One is trapped by
the failure of his past, the other is in the initial shock from his failure. I will tell
you, they will fail again. They will fail again and again, because they think they can.
They think they have. They think they will again. And because they think they will again
they will never attempt to succeed again. How useless are these failures. How torturous is
all anticipation and wallowing of failure. How hindering. How deadly. What can it matter
if you fail? You will, I will, we all will. It matters only if you give yourself up to it.
It matters only if you surrender to your preconceived notions of what the grass, your
grass, should be like. It matters if you would let your fear devour your life. It matters
if you can’t face it. It matters if you are too afraid to lose. But what are you if
everything you worked so hard to shape fails? You are still you. Still You. You are still
life, your existence. What the hell else did you ever think you should be? You think you
should be what others want, or what others don’t want. You will fail because you
think you should be anything but what you are. Every route has failure. Failure is a great
thing. It has great power. It can kill everything. Or…it can redefine and temper a
passion. When you find the peace in your own existence that is when the grass will live.
It will be green because you can find the beauty in it, in you. Look wisely at the
greenery. A poet could write the beauty in it no matter what its appearance. Be like a
poet when you look upon the beauty that you live as. And take the failure and accentuate
the grandeur that blooms. Use it to open your virtue. It is a virtue. It is the definition
of great character. Great forces can breed great forces. Hope for it. It is a thing that,
seen rightly, can make life more beautiful. See it as an extension of the garden. Mingle
the failure with everything else that has grown. Variety makes a garden. Grass is not
enough. Failure is an inevitable course, this is true. Do not fear it. Fear how you will
allow yourself to react to it. Then, teach yourself how to use it before it creates all
the grass brown. It is failure that lets us know who we really are. We are what is left
after everything has failed. We are individual forces that can be filleted at the flows of
failure, but we are the forces that can stand when it is done. And within ourselves, we
can stand as heroes. Our conditions will be gentled. Our hearts will be more pure. And as
heroes, we will grow, and we will try again. But that we must choose. Do not fail in that.
Stephan Pacheco-Founder of LibertyCore |
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Stop seeking constant
gratification.
Philosophy
is a laborious ordeal.
Don't
believe everything you think.
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