Friday, September 11. 2009
A Chance to Live
Whatever they tell you about money or power or certain beliefs or desires, life is the only real advantage we are offered. And we ought to treasure it and live as long as possible while we are preferably not crossing each others boundaries. This can be done by talking and taking your vis-à-vis seriously, in case you're wondering.
It shouldn't need saying, it all begins with a fundamental respect for life. People who don't understand this disqualify themselves as human beings.
9/11
It shouldn't need saying, it all begins with a fundamental respect for life. People who don't understand this disqualify themselves as human beings.
9/11
Tuesday, September 1. 2009
Blaming Humanist's Inhibitions
Can we humanists not seperate our work from our mental or physical state?
For instance, I guess, everyone can see that it's difficult for a craftsman to work with his hands tied behind his back. On the other hand, speaking of which, who would? I mean, have his hands tied behind his back while working - if not forced.
Just we humanists seem to do this permanently, and by ourselves, without any force responsible for it. Instead of opening our hearts and and souls to our artistic goals, we tie them tightly behind the back of our better judgement, and don't release them. And we cannot seperate our personal consciousness from our artistic one. So in the end, we do nothing really. And tell everyone, we can't.
That is what I call preserving one's sensibilities. What for, I ask. Without a creation, they're beneath notice, anyway.
For instance, I guess, everyone can see that it's difficult for a craftsman to work with his hands tied behind his back. On the other hand, speaking of which, who would? I mean, have his hands tied behind his back while working - if not forced.
Just we humanists seem to do this permanently, and by ourselves, without any force responsible for it. Instead of opening our hearts and and souls to our artistic goals, we tie them tightly behind the back of our better judgement, and don't release them. And we cannot seperate our personal consciousness from our artistic one. So in the end, we do nothing really. And tell everyone, we can't.
That is what I call preserving one's sensibilities. What for, I ask. Without a creation, they're beneath notice, anyway.
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