Category Archives: Philosophy

Theft of Time

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Ever conceptualize time? Not mathematical, or scientific, just time. What time we receive is objective and relative… it is too short. When we realize what we have…it is gone. We live our lives not alive. We try to make something out of nothing that matters. Our careers, money, power…What are we doing?

Is this life? Is this living? Do we not need fulfillment? Do these thing fulfill?
Time is funny. We blink, aware that we are 28. Blink again 45. Is time a thief?

One could assume so, blame time for our wasted lives. Wasted opportunities. Why not blame ourselves? We could look back on the past, what we know of it. We could see that humans have been around for thousands of years. Life has been present for millions of years. And we are given 80 (if we are lucky) years. That is a blink. If not a blink, a thought of a blink. If that.

We blame and not accept responsibility for our lives. We make and create what is apparent. We live and want what does not matter. We breathe and take for granted the air. We are not seeing the possibilities. We wait for something bigger to come along, instead of interpreting reality… We don’t say what we need to say, because we think, we think we have another day. We think we have it coming to us. Then what?

Is time a thief? I think it is we who steal from time. We take and take…waste and waste. And want more, blaming time for taking the things we want most away. In that sense. It is you and I who are the thieves. Time should not be blamed anymore. Let it be. We need start living. Taking in what has been given to us…For no matter how long we have, we have it and so many don’t.

In these thoughts I ask you questions… I know not all perceive time as I do… perhaps I am jaded… perhaps I am tired… Either way, there are many out there who are stronger than I… who would say time is the bearer and we are the reapers… either way… there are many who say time is a blessing… I would agree with a grain of doubt… sometimes time is funny

Prophecy

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Behind a veil

Beneath a lie
Within the secrets

All answers hide

For mysteries
More questions
Through histories
More lessons

As divinations curse
As predictions maze
The prophecies play
As the wisest may say

“An eternal  quest
A prophetic unrest
Be there ever a test

Lest time in time we will rest”

Judge of Inquiry

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Full of questions.

Do they deserve answers?

Who is the judge of these matters?

Who holds the wisdom?

Who listens to the minds of millions?

Ever pining away hours with mysteries

Is it Him?


If it is Him

How does He choose

How does He designate the knowledge?

Perhaps behind every question is an answer…

One which speaks softly with the chatter of the mind

Perhaps the answers of the world are only mirages

For people seeking an unworthy truth…

If ever there be an unworthy answer

Perhaps they seek the clear path… already traveled…

Either place reached before… perhaps it is Him… before us… within us… waiting patiently for us to listen…

Perhaps it is Him… Perhaps I hear Him…

“Full of questions…

which do deserve answers…

I am the Judge of Inquiry…

I hold the wisdom…

it is here…

within my palm…

within a grain of sand…

is this your truth?”

Perhaps…

Barely Understood

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Sometimes I think silent thoughts

In a language just barely understood

It is the language of the mind

It is the language of the Soul

It is a language which can not be spoken

A language which can only be shown

It is the language felt in a glance

A language of Love, Purpose, and Knowledge

A true love…

A language in the Mind

It speaks quietly truths unlearned

It grows softly under the veil of silence.

These truths unknown

Spoken eloquently

Peacefully

This voice unheard

This voice unshared

The butterflies are here

They are fluttering…

I hear those silent thoughts again…

They speak of happiness

In a language just barely heard…

If I knew how to describe this smile

I would

In this language

Barely understood

The I

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I want to feel what I can not see


Look beyond my minds eye


Find within the sacred ties


I want to touch what is not real


Beneath my skin


To reach from within


I want to forget that which I have learned


Believe in what can not be proven


Perceive what has been hidden


Can I wake from this dream?

My Body

My mind

Through space

Through time


Can I finish this task?

 

Challenge my purpose


Take off the masks


Can I feel what can not be heard?

Breathe what cannot be seen

Hunger for knowledge and feast upon wisdom

Will I reach the end


Where time will lapse


When matter will suspend


All can be learned if only one listens to the questions… the infinite questions

Greater purpose

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As the nights close and the mornings open, I am left with wonderment. Life by its own right is wondrously full of beauty and perfection. All aspects connecting to each other flawlessly as if by design. I am not going to make this about religion or philosophy, that is on you. I am only going to ponder the perfections and imperfections.

With all that is perfect in this life we as people are one of life’s most beautiful creatures. All so different yet all connected by one undeniable circumstance…Life. As being part of one greater good we must recognize and appreciate the randomness.

One would think, being it such a small world and such a “short” life, we* would want to connect and learn from each other to the fullest. Yet we hide. We engulf ourselves with such menial and dulling tasks. We distract our purpose for the routine. We shadow our faces and hide behind masks. We wear such beautiful masks and hide our souls more beautiful light. This in itself is exhausting.

What is the purpose of these masks? To hide negative emotions? To conceal deep feelings?
To repress sadness and anger? Why must these be disguised? What is wrong with these emotions? Life is based upon complexity, as are our emotions. And that is beauty.

On the other hand it may not be a mask, it may be something deeper, darker, it may be fear… is it simply the subconscious hiding fear? Fear of the unknown? I am aware of people not wishing to address certain issues such as death, life, God, meaning, purpose, destiny…The list can go on and on. Metaphysics is captivating and certainly scary to some. Is the solution to hide? To pretend they don’t exist? To not question?

I know not the answers, just thinking on “paper”. It makes me sad sometimes, I try to find people to converse on these issues. I feel as if I am alone on my feelings, I feel great sadness for those who wish not to question life. What greater purpose have we? What greater adventure is there than to seek and uncover the meanings within ourselves. As for now I sit and stare into the screen, I try to find why I chose this topic today…

As Duma Key was pondering his masks, perhaps I too have pondered mine

*As “we”, I speak only on people I encounter and myself. I speak not for all, for there are some that are stronger than I and can break the facade.

Why

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Understanding life is one thing, asking questions and expecting answers is another. We can assume all we want that there is a purpose, a meaning, an answer. I believe there is, but why?

Why?

That is the question. Why is there Life? The meaning to the purpose to the question.

Why is there Life?

I don’t want science to tell me of the randomness, the probabilities, the unique and unlikely circumstance of it happening. I want to know why.

Here is a thought. Is the answer too big? Or perhaps the thought is too small? Can we fathom the question, or understand the meaning? Or are we simply answering ourselves? Questions keep spinning until…we stop asking. Our minds not equipped for the infinity of the questions. It keeps going, infinitely circling in our minds, until we forgot what we asked.

What did we ask again?

Oh yes,

Why?

Such a small word, such a large possibility. Perhaps one day it will be not a matter of why, or how… it simply will be,

A question