For a small island [Great Britain], the place is remarkably diverse.
Love is the only path to anything worth doing, creating or pursuing.
Wisdom is merely the movement from fighting life to embracing it.
Odd how we focus on studying wars at at school to form our 'education'. No wonder we know so little about making and forging peace as adults.
Take a walk outside - it will serve you far more than pacing around in your mind.
Some strive to make themselves great. Others help others see and find their own greatness. It's the latter who really enrich the world we live in
It's not the world that needs to change - it's our consciousness we must raise
But before we die, how shall we live? I say with hope and dignity; and if premature death is the result, that death has a meaning reactionary suicide can never have. It is the price of self-respect.
If you zoom close-if you get really close to someone, if you really get close to yourself-then you lose the other person, you lose yourself entirely. You get so close you can't see anything anymore.
It is astonishing how articulate one can become when alone and raving at a radio. Arguments and counter arguments, rhetoric and bombast flow from one's lips like scurf from the hair of a bank manager.
I stepped onto the spiritual path moved by an inner sense that I might find greatness of heart, that I might find profound belonging, that I might find a hidden source of love and compassion. Like a homing instinct for freedom, my intuitive sense that this was possible was the faint, flickering, yet undeniable expression of faith.