Perhaps you should of looked up "fact" while you were looking up "figment" because you've confused the two.
I thought everything went to hell after Ike's farewell address, at least that's what my father thought.
But, then, I thought everything went to hell when the revolution devolved into Altamont. Or maybe it was when RFK and MLK were murdered (or was it Malcolm X?).
Surely everything went to hell when the U.S. "betrayed" Vietnam and we had to watch those horrible pictures of people clinging to the last helicopter to leave the American Embassy in Saigon.
No, no! Wait!
Everything went to hell after the Berlin Wall fell. No, that can't be right.
I've got it!
Everything went to hell after the 9/11 attack on the World Trade Center.
Whatever you look for, you will find.
Go back and read the longrydehome essay about Thankful Thursday and recognize that not all wisdom comes from Tao thinkers from centuries ago. If you spend just a little time counting your blessings, you'll find that nothing at all went to hell, much less everything, EXCEPT your illusions and attitude.
sorry, big guy, but I care too much about you to let you go there, especially at Christmas when things really go to hell.
Maybe it's an exaggeration to say things went to hell. But they kind of went to hell for me. It's not that I'm not thankful for what I have – I know how lucky I am.
Not many people have been to my home, and of the ones who have, none have been here frequently enough to see my daily home life (not even Ms. Landscape/Home Rehab Person). So no one saw how much time I spent with Beasley and Smudge.
I can only say that it is not the same house without them. It's a good practice/exercise in seeing and accepting impermanence, but one which I am not mastering.
Beasley and Smudge were your family, I get that and understand it a little. If we do not have a family, we make our own. I hated that you lost them and know you are a little lost without their companionship. I hate that for you. Just know I may not always say it,but I do care.
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Perhaps you should of looked up "fact" while you were looking up "figment" because you've confused the two.
I thought everything went to hell after Ike's farewell address, at least that's what my father thought.
But, then, I thought everything went to hell when the revolution devolved into Altamont. Or maybe it was when RFK and MLK were murdered (or was it Malcolm X?).
Surely everything went to hell when the U.S. "betrayed" Vietnam and we had to watch those horrible pictures of people clinging to the last helicopter to leave the American Embassy in Saigon.
No, no! Wait!
Everything went to hell after the Berlin Wall fell. No, that can't be right.
I've got it!
Everything went to hell after the 9/11 attack on the World Trade Center.
Whatever you look for, you will find.
Go back and read the longrydehome essay about Thankful Thursday and recognize that not all wisdom comes from Tao thinkers from centuries ago. If you spend just a little time counting your blessings, you'll find that nothing at all went to hell, much less everything, EXCEPT your illusions and attitude.
sorry, big guy, but I care too much about you to let you go there, especially at Christmas when things really go to hell.
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Maybe it's an exaggeration to say things went to hell. But they kind of went to hell for me. It's not that I'm not thankful for what I have – I know how lucky I am.
Not many people have been to my home, and of the ones who have, none have been here frequently enough to see my daily home life (not even Ms. Landscape/Home Rehab Person). So no one saw how much time I spent with Beasley and Smudge.
I can only say that it is not the same house without them. It's a good practice/exercise in seeing and accepting impermanence, but one which I am not mastering.
Beasley and Smudge were your family, I get that and understand it a little. If we do not have a family, we make our own. I hated that you lost them and know you are a little lost without their companionship. I hate that for you. Just know I may not always say it,but I do care.
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