philosophical-musings

For the philosopher, language, thought, and passion are the same. Ideas are personal to a philosopher; they express their human passion and articulate their novel ideas in language. Ideas are more than mere concepts, trifles that the philosophical mind toys with. Ideas provide both the structure and inner vitality that holds great thinkers_ conceptual structure together.

D'you know, Georgie," he said, settling back comfortably in the deep grass, that there song you've been a-singin' at all day - it ain't much of a song and it ain't much of a tune, but there's real good *sense* to it, though you probably don't know it. And I'll tell you why - because there always *is* new Folks comin', that's why. There's always new Folks comin' and always new times comin'.

The glass is neither half empty, nor half full. The glass is just a glass and it's content can perpetually change with your perception.

Truth will screw with you every which way, before it lets you to be anywhere near itself.

So, am I too, like all other humans, just a rogue? Sure! Just a notch less than those rascals wearing godly robes.

You got to die for 'It'. Or you'll remain a religious nutcase. In other words, a dickhead, nitwit.

God of blind believers is most likely to be cock-eyed.

The Abbe Paul looked at Agnes rather as Alain had, with respect. 'How sensible. People are desperate to probe mysteries which for the most part are best left unprobed. It is the modern curse: this demented drive to explain every blessed thing. Not everything can be explained. Nor should be, I think.

If you're still living, you are yet! winning.

The older we get, the more we become ourselves.

We can't change yesterday, but we can change tomorrow...

I feel the reason we are all here, our purpose of being, is to help others find their little piece of happiness and heaven right here on earth...

Learn to accept life in toto. A perfect life is only in the dream world. This, my dear, with all it's heartaches, is it. Our world.

To live unhappily, is failing life.

Just like you silly bums, I have a personal sky god. I bow to him, as you do to your airy-fairy sod. He prefers I call him Mr. NOT.

Little people make tall claims. As being this-that avatar or messiah. Some even say they're God. Well, if they are, I'm their grand-pop.

We each possess the ability creatively to respond to the ontological mystery of our existence.

Expressing doubt is how we begin a journey to discover essential truths.