My name is Nelson. I blog whatever the fuck I want. I am a mess of feelings and thoughts and likes and dislikes. the same as everyone else. maybe I'll show that here. I think I'm pretty funny.
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On one dark winter day when the wind was blowing violently outside, people were talking in a room. Then, a bird entered the room through one window and flew out of it through another window. Where did the bird come from and where did it go? The people in the room agreed that human life was exactly like that.
— Kitaro Nishida
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Yes, when the drop falls into the ocean, it is certainly dying in one sense, it is dying as a drop. And in another sense the drop attains for the first time to the great life - it lives as the ocean.
— Osho
Source: ochreglow
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“When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.” ~ Lao Tzu
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Tao mystics never talk about God, reincarnation, heaven, hell. No, they don’t talk about these things. These are all creations of human mind: explanations for something which can never be explained, explanations for the mystery. In fact, all explanations are against God because explanation de-mystifies existence. Existence is a mystery, and one should accept it as a mystery and not pretend to have any explanation. No, explanation is not needed – only exclamation, a wondering heart, awakened, surprised, feeling the mystery of life each moment. Then, and only then, you know what truth is. And truth liberates.
— Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh (Osho), “Never Born, Never Died”
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Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8 color boxes, but what you’re really looking for are the 64 color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64 color box, though I’ve got a few missing. It’s okay though, because I’ve got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8 color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation. So when I meet someone who’s an 8 color type…I’m like, hey girl, Magenta! and she’s like, oh, you mean purple! and she goes off on her purple thing, and I’m like, no I want Magenta!
— John Mayer
Source: atomos
