Why must action have purpose?
Why must Labor have Goal?
America searches for Answers
Not even knowing the Questions.
Could We not fight our Demons
By laughter?
Think of it,
What if We considered Terrorist attack
As another form of bad weather?
This does not mean surrender to the Monster,
But a simple relaxation of the Mind,
As We go out to bomb.
We are still in thought, even to this day. It would be nice to relax the mind, to lighten up. But, some people thrive on chaos. I like this write because it really is thought-provoking.
Reviewed by Tien Avielle (Reader)
Reviewed on February 5, 2003
a relaxed mind is an open mind -
an open mind would look for alternatives to more violence, perhaps .... (-:
good write!
Reviewed by Tien Avielle (Reader)
Reviewed on February 5, 2003
Why must action have purpose?
>>It certainly doesn't
Why must Labor have Goal?
>>Aye. Tis in the joy of labor for me, not goal. I can spend countless hours in creative shenanigans without a goal. Si.
America searches for Answers
Not even knowing the Questions.
>>that's a great answer, lawrence. Indeed.
Could We not fight our Demons
By laughter?
>> mostly, I have never fought them, but welcomed them lawrence. My darkness is an integral part.
Think of it,
>>Si. I can only speak for myself here. Then according to whose perspective? Mine only.
What if We considered Terrorist attack
As another form of bad weather?
>> according to most youngsters, who seem to be immune to the recent happenings. Blood, gore and guts, does not scare them as they used to. I think younger people are better prepared for this kind of weather.
This does not mean surrender to the Monster,
>>> Monster? you mean evil's hunger? I used to have this ugly stuffed animal. You could call it a monster. I loved it. surrendering sometimes, means the ultimate freedom. My kind of surrendering is to be open, vulnerable. There is great freedom in that.
But a simple relaxation of the Mind,
As We go out to bomb.
>>> I don't think I can simply relax, lawrence while we bomb. Pass me some of that while ya?
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an open mind would look for alternatives to more violence, perhaps .... (-:
good write!
Why must action have purpose?
>>It certainly doesn't
Why must Labor have Goal?
>>Aye. Tis in the joy of labor for me, not goal. I can spend countless hours in creative shenanigans without a goal. Si.
America searches for Answers
Not even knowing the Questions.
>>that's a great answer, lawrence. Indeed.
Could We not fight our Demons
By laughter?
>> mostly, I have never fought them, but welcomed them lawrence. My darkness is an integral part.
Think of it,
>>Si. I can only speak for myself here. Then according to whose perspective? Mine only.
What if We considered Terrorist attack
As another form of bad weather?
>> according to most youngsters, who seem to be immune to the recent happenings. Blood, gore and guts, does not scare them as they used to. I think younger people are better prepared for this kind of weather.
This does not mean surrender to the Monster,
>>> Monster? you mean evil's hunger? I used to have this ugly stuffed animal. You could call it a monster. I loved it. surrendering sometimes, means the ultimate freedom. My kind of surrendering is to be open, vulnerable. There is great freedom in that.
But a simple relaxation of the Mind,
As We go out to bomb.
>>> I don't think I can simply relax, lawrence while we bomb. Pass me some of that while ya?
Best regards, and creative juice,
Minerva~