Tag: writing
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Rebirth
Volcanoes are like the seasons destroyers, to be sure perhaps, we should be in awe. fire and ice, they are, creators of life. a phoenix, reborn we often, only mourn. Let us take a moment, to remember, the illusion its all – evolution. please – love, don’t fear, the end is always near. smile, rebirth…
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Meditation and The Denial of Death
We humans are complex creatures. We cling to this experience that we call life seemingly like no other animal. That’s not to say other animals go merrily to their demise. No, many will scratch, claw or bite their way to live a little longer. What I’m talking about is the fact we are the only…
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Leaning Into Discomfort
Sitting in your air-conditioned house, on your comfortable couch, with food in your belly and probably a phone within touching distance. All human history, art, philosophy and any other possible piece of information you desire condensed into six inches sitting there in a device. You’re the pinnacle of thousands of years of trial and error,…
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Karma For The Modern Man – Reciprocity
It’s axiomatic to say that Karma is real. First of all, in order to back up this claim, we must look at what the word Karma means. The word Karma, is a Sanskrit word that roughly translates to “action,” and is a core concept in two of the worlds most popular religions, Hinduism and Buddhism.…
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Anxiety and Snarling Vipers
To me, I think of my anxiety as a bunch of snarling vipers. Tongues out, spitting venom, ready to strike at any threat that comes my way. Unfortunately, most of the time there are no true threats, only ones that my little viper friends perceive as threatening. In-turn, I have found that they often turn…
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Free Will and Semantic Priming
I first learned about the argument against the idea of us humans having Free Will after watching a Sam Harris YouTube video on the topic. Perhaps you too first encountered the premise from Sam, if you have not, he has a book aptly called ‘Free Will’. I recommend you read it, if you’re interested. Now,…
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The Smile of a Flower
The purple flower smiled up at me. Looking down at the flower I knew it had only recently bloomed into existence, so new to life. I held its delicate petal with a few of my callused fingers, so gentle, so soft and welcoming to the touch. The universe creates such beauty to be observed, to…
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The Man Under The Bridge – A Short Story by M L Wood
A man wakes up under a bridge. He notices the trickle of water dripping down through the crack in the cement above him. He notes the sound is rather pleasant and the water is a safe distance from him not to disturb his state. The cars are streaming across the bridge in a sort of…
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Polarity – A Short Story by M L Wood
The wind blew softly against Nick’s face as he blinked himself into awareness. He rolled out his fingers and felt the dewy grass warm against his hands, realizing he was laying down. Water flowed by him and the sound felt comforting, like a song he was meant to hear. He began to stand up slowly…