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On May 21, 8:17�am, Slip Disc <[email protected]> wrote: > First let me say that there seems to be so many threads these days so > I'm losing track and having to search through to find the ones that I > have participated in in order to get back in reply. �Is there some > technique anyone has of keeping track of relevant threads. �I was > thinking of writing them down on paper so I can simply go down the > list. �This is a reply to a post that is 2 days old. > > Yes I can appreciate the differences in people and see the benefits of > that difference as well. �Fact is I'm many times basking in enjoyment > because of these people who toil at the same chores daily for years. > They are the underlying fabric of many other lives. �My post wasn't > intended to demean or impune their lifestyles but was expressed from > my own perspective looking out. �Where would we be if everyone was > totally free? �Who would pick up and process our refuse, serve us a > hot meal and then clean up after and all the other roles of servitude > that people perform, mostly unnoticed and taken for granted. > > I don't know if it would be classed as a feeling of contentment for > most, maybe a few. �It may simply be a recognition of the accepted > social level and the extent of one's ability and capacity to live. > This is not to say it is a bad thing but simply the janitor knows he > never could be a doctor regardless of finance, low proficiency in > mathematics rules out much else and after a multitude of > considerations, he settles for something that is within his > recognitions. �I also would not put it such that I jump from one thing > to another as that would hardly be the case on the personal level, the > internal. �I guess it might be having the multitude of capacities that > allow for change and the ability, as previously discussed, to effect > change through focus. �I find without focus there is no change but > stagnation. �Now I'm focusing on months ahead and trying to narrow > down the desired possibilities. �There are those Shakespearean stages > in life > That are predictable, especially the first and the last, which I often > ponder in a hope for the best. �It is within the stages in between > that we have to dance and frolic about and that is what drives me to > live. > > I think Justin sums it up well for me above with the one paragraph, > with a single edit......... > > I think it means that our minds and lives can be made totally > consistent with the (true self, cosmos) and if it is, the world will > be > transformed. �Socially, it is the core realization under the 60s that > we can all just decide to let all of this fighting go, we can just > tune in, turn on, drop out and all of the wars and unhappiness will be > replaced by the garden. Just do it, man. > > I guess this is why I love my garden. > > On May 19, 9:50�am, ornamentalmind <[email protected]> wrote: > > > > > "... Maybe its just me but I don't understand how anyone would live > > like that, without change...." - SD > > > Of course it is different for each of us...and, as best as I can tell, > > much of it is accidental. That notion aside, possibilities for these > > people who sit at the same counter, chatting w/the same people and > > perhaps even about the same things...it is possible that they are > > content. > > For you, perhaps to be content, you must keep jumping from one thing > > to another. Either way or at any point in the spectrum inbetween, > > neither way is better/worse... > > > William Shakespeare - All the world's a stage (from As You Like It > > 2/7) > > > "All the world's a stage, > > And all the men and women merely players: > > They have their exits and their entrances; > > And one man in his time plays many parts, > > His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, > > Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. > > And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel > > And shining morning face, creeping like snail > > Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, > > Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad > > Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, > > Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, > > Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, > > Seeking the bubble reputation > > Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, > > In fair round belly with good capon lined, > > With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, > > Full of wise saws and modern instances; > > And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts > > Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, > > With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, > > His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide > > For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, > > Turning again toward childish treble, pipes > > And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, > > That ends this strange eventful history, > > Is second childishness and mere oblivion, > > Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything." > > > On May 18, 6:07�pm, Slip Disc <[email protected]> wrote: > > > > It means that people have to pay their taxes, like it or not. �{;-( > > > > The quote suggests, and I would agree, that people have a tendency to > > > stick it out in their lot in life not realizing that they can bail out > > > anytime. �Sometimes it takes a devastating hurricane or tornado to get > > > people to that point of realization that life does move on. � There > > > are some small towns I go to that I haven't been to in years. �At the > > > cafe I see the same people doing the same thing, day after day, week > > > after week, month after month, year after year. � I look at my life > > > and see that I have done more in one year than they have done in six > > > years. �Maybe its just me but I don't understand how anyone would live > > > like that, without change. �That is when I start to think about old > > > souls and new souls. �Maybe that is all they can do. �I feel like I've > > > been around the globe dozens of times in thousands of years. � I > > > always want to be doing something new, never had a full time job in my > > > life and never had any job that lasted more than six months. �I don't > > > want to know what I'm going to be doing for the rest of my life, to me > > > that is like death. �So what it means to me is, I can walk out the > > > door today and wander about and soon I will have a whole new wonderful > > > life somewhere else. > > > > On May 18, 8:49�am, Molly Brogan <[email protected]> wrote: > > > > > "We hardly ever realize that we can cut anything out of our lives, > > > > anytime, in the blink of an eye." > > > > - �Carlos Castaneda (1931 - ) > > > > > What do you think it means?- Hide quoted text - > > > > - Show quoted text -- Hide quoted text - > > - Show quoted text - --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups ""Minds Eye"" group. 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