I feel as though I've come to an understanding about myself and the world.
For one thing I only relate to loners and dysfunctional people who have lived lives of tragedy, but I find them to be more capable of all the good qualities I seek then the happy go lucky person who never had any trials to overcome. Maybe its because hardships make us question ourselves and that is what needs to be done.
To me being true to yourself is knowing the difference between possible truth and definite truth. The mainstream religions of the world are possible truth, and should not be taken too seriously. The occult and practices derived from nature produce tangible results and bring us closer to ourselves. Its one of lifes little mysteries why the former is accepted the latter looked down upon. All are fascinating to explore, but it is folly to limit oneself.
To me the world is a place where sculptors design beautiful statues, but good painters are nowhere to be found. So many of the statues are blank or just smattered together with random colors. Where is the sense of art and poetry that is missing from our lives?
There comes a point where you just wake up from chasing these illusions and see a humble, fun, free, loving person beneath the shackles of the falsehoods that enslave us. At that point fighting anyone over them no longer has the slightest appeal.
For one thing I only relate to loners and dysfunctional people who have lived lives of tragedy, but I find them to be more capable of all the good qualities I seek then the happy go lucky person who never had any trials to overcome. Maybe its because hardships make us question ourselves and that is what needs to be done.
When i talk to the trees
O'great trees who have learned to speak slowly
I know that they believe that they have an answer
Then i walk in the city where i cannot hear it
When i talk to the city
...I have already learned three answers
Before i call the question
...And slowly, i wish myself among the trees
But cannot hear myself wishing
When i talk to the people
Who are the trees that grow in the city
...They reply with a fond kindness, slowly
But there is no answer
...For experience to be made by mistake
To me being true to yourself is knowing the difference between possible truth and definite truth. The mainstream religions of the world are possible truth, and should not be taken too seriously. The occult and practices derived from nature produce tangible results and bring us closer to ourselves. Its one of lifes little mysteries why the former is accepted the latter looked down upon. All are fascinating to explore, but it is folly to limit oneself.
To me the world is a place where sculptors design beautiful statues, but good painters are nowhere to be found. So many of the statues are blank or just smattered together with random colors. Where is the sense of art and poetry that is missing from our lives?
There comes a point where you just wake up from chasing these illusions and see a humble, fun, free, loving person beneath the shackles of the falsehoods that enslave us. At that point fighting anyone over them no longer has the slightest appeal.