All Posts Tagged ‘eternity

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Puff Ball Fairy

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Puff Ball Fairy,
    when you floated past,
    ever so gracefully,
    ever so enchantingly,
    i was, at once, captivated
    by your spell.
As you gently floated away,
    i, with camera in hand,
    wished you would return
    so that i could capture
    some of your mysterious beauty.
Alas!  You granted my wish
    and again floated nearby,
    alighting on a simple leaf.
Thank you, Puff Ball Fairy,
    and may we meet again
    someverymagicaltime in sweet eternity.

 

 

 

Puff Ball Fairy … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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We’ll Miss You Gab

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You were the best dog ever
and you are with us always
Most people don’t have a clue
about what eternity really entails
but we don’t have that problem

 

 

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Our wonderful, little dog, Gabby (who was over 16 years old), passed away on Monday.   Marla and i really miss her!   Since we don’t have human children, this hits us especially hard.  That little sweetie was perfect in every way.   
We still have a number of other pets, including a Miniature Dachshund, Lola, (who is also quite a sweetie).  

 

Gabby … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Trotting Beyond Limitation

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We trot in eternity

          though most see transiency

We move with infinity

          though most react temporarily

We silently sail among endless waves

          they thirst in thought’s bone-dry deserts

We are visited by the timeless

          they are late for their appointments

 

 

 

 

Beyond limitation (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Beyond limitation (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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When the Universe asks Itself an Immense Question…

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upon the universe

                    only one extensive thing was asked,

                    and the asking was without

an “I” doing the asking

 

when the universe asks

                    itself an immense question, 

                    there is no need for a fallacious(little)”I”

(and there is no self in the vastness of eternity)

 

so,the next time you

                    have something infinitely special to ask,

                    negate the pottylittle psychological you

and the answer may be in the question

Chicory Bloom with Insect Visitors (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Chicory Bloom with Insect Visitors (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Chicory Bloom with Insect Visitors (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Chicory Bloom with Insect Visitors (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

 

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Story Time… Koan Time… (2)

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I took Eternity out (on a leash) for a walk today.

Upon reaching a fire hydrant she, of course,

took forever to do her business.

I said, “Why on earth do you take so long to do your business?”

Eternity just looked at me (with her little head tilted at a cute angle),

without replying, with an inordinate stare that seemed to

permanently transcend time and the separateness of space.

Then, for what I thought was a brief moment,

the boundless leash started pulling me, ever so slightly,

and we went on and on.

We, as we went on, passed by a beautiful, enduring damsel

sitting, persistently, upon a non-evanescent ever-green tree.

Please remember that whenever you and Eternity go (or may have gone)

out for a magical walk, perhaps with a leash — wherever or whatever

you move (or had moved) through, no matter how far or short it is,

no matter how many places you visited — your consciousness  hasn’t

really moved anywhere (other than where it always was).

 

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In the Ever-green Tree (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

In the Ever-green Tree (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

In the Ever-green Tree (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

In the Ever-green Tree (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

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Joy Natural

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Truly seeing nature’s profound beauty requires a living, dynamic perception.  Some people walk right past nature — or are indifferent to nature — hardly giving her any attention or deep appreciation. Nature’s beauty includes natural competition, cooperation, violence, stalking prey, compassion, fear, love, territorial friction, sharing, and tenderness.  It also includes the simple yet profound action of being.  Most animals have a deep joy, just to be living as they are, just to be existing as they do.  Many animals go through many of the same things we do, although without a lot of the symbolic abstractions and complexities.   Animals truly value their lives as precious… same as we do.

Elemental nature, on its own, survives quite well and does great without human intervention.   If you are truly innocent — like a simple butterfly or bee that functions true to its basic, eternally flowing, elemental nature — the mystery of the universe will come to you (and pursue you); you won’t have to seek it.  If one is wise, one can naturally, without drugs, be of a natural innocence that lives in great joy and beauty each and every day.  There is an eternity in such joy and beauty.  Profound perception in life reflects immortality… otherwise, it is limited vaporousness.

Sulphur. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Sulphur. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

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On Eternity…

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one danced with infinity just the other day
of course,the limited and superficial never met her
(except briefly)
one would be safe to say

she always had her hat on
she always wore that dateless dress
her enduring nails reflected(ever(y)thing)
she remained brighter than(the rest)

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[The book that I wrote (i.e., “The Eternal Fountain of Youth”) deals a lot with the existent, basal nature of eternity, consciousness, and time.  This book is not for the masses.  Only read the book, by the way, if you are very stable and have it together, so to speak; it is extremely strong medicine.  Even though the content of the book is extremely potent, it is not really dangerous; the real danger is for us to continue in our barbaric ways without changing.]

“If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?”
― Emily Dickinson

life and death forever together. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

life and death forever together. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

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Within the camera eye…

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It is good to be perceptive, to be observant.  Many of us, who take photographs and share them, reveal certain detailed (and often unique) perceptions that we have… (that we are appreciative of).  To be perceptive is to be sensitive.  Even our cameras have a certain innate, intrinsic sensitivity, wherein they pick up (and convey) many of the intricacies that a scene or area displays.  To be a real human being, however, calls for much more sensitivity than what a mechanical camera is capable of.  Interestingly, there are many people who go through existence being perceptive in more of a mechanical, mechanistic, camera-like way.  They focus upon what others have directed them to focus upon; they capture (and hold) what they were developed to capture and hold.  Like digital cameras, they store the data and their depth is artificial; they assimilate and grasp according to the way they were programmed.  Their stored data depends exclusively upon imprinted patterns.

A truly insightful and reflective human being, on the other hand, may go far beyond a mere mechanical, superficial existence.  The depth of a truly insightful, reflective human being would be amazingly real and beyond mere simulation.  Real sensitivity has tremendous depth.  That depth and real love/real living may not be different things.  That depth shatters the separation between the viewer and the image.  That sensitivity helps others in profound ways (that are not merely what can be photographed… although photographing may be part of how that sensitivity shares).  That sensitivity penetrates far deeper than what any mechanical device can calculatingly and premeditatively (artificially) capture.

Last night, this movement was observing a science program on television concerning the universe.  A lot of top scientists were talking about where the universe was going.  They said that there is absolutely no evidence that there exists any eternity in the universe and that it is more than likely that everything will disappear entirely (and that is that).   Unfortunately, they don’t understand what certain wise individuals understand; they (to a very large extent) don’t understand their own minds, and they don’t know what most of the cosmos (such as dark energy) consists of.  If a mindlenscamera is constructed and programmed by the superficial, what it picks up and captures (to share) will often be rather superficial.  Sometimes superficial and two-dimensional is very nice and excellent to visit… but one wouldn’t want to exclusively live there.  Superficial snapshots from distortion impress most who are truly discerning and deep (only to a limited extent).  As for those scientists, well, unfortunately, they are very good at capturing and conveying what they’ve discovered from limitation.

So, what transforms beyond the limited focus of the camera-i… is real integrity.  Real, living integrity comes about only when the mind naturally becomes orderly beyond some dead blueprint or formulated mold.  When real integrity comes about, the universe and its deepest magic comes to you; you don’t have to seek it.  True integrity, which is wholeness, allows for (that deep order which is the entire universe) to flower within.  That brings true bliss and enlightenment.  The limited camera-i cannot do it, for what it perceives is little, separate snapshots here and there (according to some limited, manufactured programming).   When real wisdom occurs, then the camera-i doesn’t merely try to capture things (with what it focuses on)… because then its instrument is not separate from all the mystery that takes place in the world (and all the mystery that is beyond place).

Tree Frog on brownish house siding (blending in quite nicely). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Tree Frog on brownish house siding (blending in quite nicely). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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beyond rigor mortis of the mind…

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Though the body ages, creaks with pain, deteriorates, 

slowly withers like a flower…

one can have a youthful, budding, blossoming smile

on one’s face

 

Energy, action, movement

which make up the body

is, as Einstein suggested, eternal;

but eternity runs deeper than that

 

It permeates much deeper than the superficial

will ever realize;

and as they (unfortunately) continue to deteriorate 

both mentally and physically

something (warmly) eternally eludes dullness, indifference, and

deadcold callousness

At the fall of one's life. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

At the fall of one’s life. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 

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Time and Timelessness… Quartet #1: Burnt Norton

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BURNT NORTON  (by T.S. Eliot)
(No. 1 of ‘Four Quartets’)
I

Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.
                              But to what purpose
Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves
I do not know.
                        Other echoes
Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?
Quick, said the bird, find them, find them,
Round the corner. Through the first gate,
Into our first world, shall we follow
The deception of the thrush? Into our first world.
There they were, dignified, invisible,
Moving without pressure, over the dead leaves,
In the autumn heat, through the vibrant air,
And the bird called, in response to
The unheard music hidden in the shrubbery,
And the unseen eyebeam crossed, for the roses
Had the look of flowers that are looked at.
There they were as our guests, accepted and accepting.
So we moved, and they, in a formal pattern,
Along the empty alley, into the box circle,
To look down into the drained pool.
Dry the pool, dry concrete, brown edged,
And the pool was filled with water out of sunlight,
And the lotos rose, quietly, quietly,
The surface glittered out of heart of light,
And they were behind us, reflected in the pool.
Then a cloud passed, and the pool was empty.
Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children,
Hidden excitedly, containing laughter.
Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
Cannot bear very much reality.
Time past and time future
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.

II

Garlic and sapphires in the mud
Clot the bedded axle-tree.
The trilling wire in the blood
Sings below inveterate scars
Appeasing long forgotten wars.
The dance along the artery
The circulation of the lymph
Are figured in the drift of stars
Ascend to summer in the tree
We move above the moving tree
In light upon the figured leaf
And hear upon the sodden floor
Below, the boarhound and the boar
Pursue their pattern as before
But reconciled among the stars.

At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
I can only say, there we have been: but I cannot say where.
And I cannot say, how long, for that is to place it in time.
The inner freedom from the practical desire,
The release from action and suffering, release from the inner
And the outer compulsion, yet surrounded
By a grace of sense, a white light still and moving,
Erhebung without motion, concentration
Without elimination, both a new world
And the old made explicit, understood
In the completion of its partial ecstasy,
The resolution of its partial horror.
Yet the enchainment of past and future
Woven in the weakness of the changing body,
Protects mankind from heaven and damnation
Which flesh cannot endure.
                                          Time past and time future
Allow but a little consciousness.
To be conscious is not to be in time
But only in time can the moment in the rose-garden,
The moment in the arbour where the rain beat,
The moment in the draughty church at smokefall
Be remembered; involved with past and future.
Only through time time is conquered.

III

Here is a place of disaffection
Time before and time after
In a dim light: neither daylight
Investing form with lucid stillness
Turning shadow into transient beauty
With slow rotation suggesting permanence
Nor darkness to purify the soul
Emptying the sensual with deprivation
Cleansing affection from the temporal.
Neither plenitude nor vacancy. Only a flicker
Over the strained time-ridden faces
Distracted from distraction by distraction
Filled with fancies and empty of meaning
Tumid apathy with no concentration
Men and bits of paper, whirled by the cold wind
That blows before and after time,
Wind in and out of unwholesome lungs
Time before and time after.
Eructation of unhealthy souls
Into the faded air, the torpid
Driven on the wind that sweeps the gloomy hills of London,
Hampstead and Clerkenwell, Campden and Putney,
Highgate, Primrose and Ludgate. Not here
Not here the darkness, in this twittering world.

    Descend lower, descend only
Into the world of perpetual solitude,
World not world, but that which is not world,
Internal darkness, deprivation
And destitution of all property,
Desiccation of the world of sense,
Evacuation of the world of fancy,
Inoperancy of the world of spirit;
This is the one way, and the other
Is the same, not in movement
But abstention from movement; while the world moves
In appetency, on its metalled ways
Of time past and time future.

IV

Time and the bell have buried the day,
The black cloud carries the sun away.
Will the sunflower turn to us, will the clematis
Stray down, bend to us; tendril and spray
Clutch and cling?

    Chill
Fingers of yew be curled
Down on us? After the kingfisher’s wing
Has answered light to light, and is silent, the light is still
At the still point of the turning world.

V

Words move, music moves
Only in time; but that which is only living
Can only die. Words, after speech, reach
Into the silence. Only by the form, the pattern,
Can words or music reach
The stillness, as a Chinese jar still
Moves perpetually in its stillness.
Not the stillness of the violin, while the note lasts,
Not that only, but the co-existence,
Or say that the end precedes the beginning,
And the end and the beginning were always there
Before the beginning and after the end.
And all is always now. Words strain,
Crack and sometimes break, under the burden,
Under the tension, slip, slide, perish,
Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place,
Will not stay still. Shrieking voices
Scolding, mocking, or merely chattering,
Always assail them. The Word in the desert
Is most attacked by voices of temptation,
The crying shadow in the funeral dance,
The loud lament of the disconsolate chimera.

    The detail of the pattern is movement,
As in the figure of the ten stairs.
Desire itself is movement
Not in itself desirable;
Love is itself unmoving,
Only the cause and end of movement,
Timeless, and undesiring
Except in the aspect of time
Caught in the form of limitation
Between un-being and being.
Sudden in a shaft of sunlight
Even while the dust moves
There rises the hidden laughter
Of children in the foliage
Quick now, here, now, always—
Ridiculous the waste sad time
Stretching before and after.

The Rose Garden. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

The Rose Garden. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 

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Deep S. (Multi-Photo)

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eternity is not an “over there”

it’s a “right here” (or nowhere)

wisdom is not merely a memorized quote

it is (beyond words and what all the sages wrote)

going deep joyfully transcends a six line poem

cow pies in sunny pastures bake where bovines roam

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Deep in the foliage.(1)  Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Deep in the foliage.(1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Deep in the foliage.(2)  Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Deep in the foliage.(2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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Meditation: How not to Meditate

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from Thomas Peace

True meditation is not something that one can know that one is engaged in.  Like humility, true meditation occurs to the mind unawares; it is not something that can be recognized.  One can not “know” that one is humble.  Likewise, one cannot “know” that one is meditating. True meditation and true humility are both beyond the field of “the known.”  Therefore, both are beyond the realm of recognition by the self; for recognizing is in the field of “the known,” whereas humility and meditation are of “understanding” and not “knowing.”

To practice meditation is folly.  For one cannot practice what is beyond causality.  One can practice what is within a cause and effect continuum — such as learning to play a man-made instrument — but true meditation is an all-encompassing, non-conditioned, non-fragmentary thing.  Therefore, it is beyond the realm methodology within phenomena involving common causality.  Interestingly, a lot of people claim that they practice a form of meditation.  However, true meditation, being beyond what can be mechanically “practiced” within causality, does not exist for such erroneous individuals.  You can practice something rather dead and mechanical… but you can’t practice “aliveness,”  “awareness,” “insightful compassion,” and “holistic understanding”… and that (despite what many so-called experts say) is what meditation may really involve.

A wise, sagacious mind is (in itself) meditation.  However, such meditation is not something that it practices as part of some methodology.  A wise, sapient mind goes beyond the clutches of practice and methods… because such a mind intelligently goes beyond the field of the “known.”  Such a mind goes beyond the realm of mere symbols and representations that words and labels are a part of.  Such a mind goes beyond mere symbols… but not by any process of practice or methodology.  True insight is instantaneous: no time is involved for it to (finally) come about.  All methods and forms of practice take time.  A wise mind (of true meditation) exists beyond what takes time in order to manifest.  Interestingly, true meditation, being beyond mere practice and being beyond mere methods… is, in a significant way, beyond the causality of time.

Beware of those charlatans who offer a concrete form of meditation to you (for you to practice).  What they give you may make you feel happy or comfortable for a limited time. However, what is not true meditation is merely a crutch.  It is not the indelible gem of many indescribable facets.  So, regarding those that offer you some form of methodology or prayer to attain enlightenment: run from them and do not fall into their clutches.  Meditation is only what can occur for the individual of (and by) his (or her) own accord.  It is a harmony that others cannot bestow upon you.  Read my book (about self-awareness) at http://www.eternalfountainofyouth.com.  The book will not provide you with mechanical methods to practice (like some kind of robot); it will not give you methodologies to follow like some kind of lemming.  It will, however, encourage you to wake up and realize that what you do in infinitely important.  However, if you are merely a “follower” and a lemming, then what you do will always be limited and confined.  True meditation never blossoms forth from what is always merely limited and confined.  True meditation is an explosion of infinite awareness and understanding… an awareness and understanding that no one can merely regulate out to you.

from Emily Dickinson:

A COUNTERFEIT — a plated Person —

I would not be —

Whatever strata of Iniquity

My Nature underlie —

Truth is Good Health — and Safety, and the Sky,

How meager, what an Exile — is a Lie,

And Vocal — when we die —

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www.eternalfountainofyouth.com

Warm Regards,

Thomas Peace (author)

Photograph of Butterfly by Thomas Peace copyright 2012

Photograph of Butterfly by Thomas Peace copyright 2012

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Beyond the Orthodox

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Love and be the whole miracle of life… not limited, dead concepts and systems.

Intelligence goes beyond the boundaries of “them” and “us” and dissolves them forever.

It is easy to get lost in the shuffle.

A passionless mind is dead before it ever gets to the grave.

Anything, even a heartless machine, can exist as what it was programmed to exist as.

Separation (from others, for instance) is as a death.

You are responsible for the whole of life, because the whole of life is you.

True beginnings are entwined with (and engaged to) true endings.

The book, which I recently wrote, cannot fail, because even if you do not like it (which is highly unlikely)… it will have succeeded; it can only fail if you think that it is of the “languid orthodox” and that it is cherished by the “numb status quo”… and that cannot ever happen.

Regarding what most of the ungracious masses of separative people have unceasingly clung to:                              it doesn’t ring true.

Fly like a free Swallowtail…  please do not cling to the stagnant flypaper of orthodoxy along with so many others.

Regarding my (i.e.,Thomas Peace’s) book please click on:  www.eternalfountainofyouth.com

from Emily Dickinson:

THE BUTTERFLY upon the Sky,
That doesn’t know its Name
And hasn’t any tax to pay
And hasn’t any Home
Is just as high as you and I,
And higher, I believe,
So soar away and never sigh
And that’s the way to grieve —
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Macro-photography pic taken by Thomas Peace:

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Holistic Truth

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I feel that what is important in life… is understanding.  For understanding is life, not something divorced from it.  If you merely look in a second-hand way — that is, according to accumulations and formulated systems/patterns that were handed down to you — then you likely will be far from being a mind that is truly alive and supple.  What is truly alive and supple is not ever the result of rigid, traditional, habitual formulations.  If you follow a rigid, fixed path… you might find comfort, but you will not be what directly perceives truth, and you likely will not be what discovers deep mystery.  That deep mystery is too alive and unconstrained to be able to be touched by what is second-hand, premeditated, and stale. No dead, fabricated path can lead to (or hold) what is true and what is truly living.

Please read my new book, but please do not cling to it.  People who cling to books, to systems, to traditions, to methodologies (in the realm of the psychological and spiritual) are often like flies that get stuck onto stagnant flypaper.  They end up being embedded in the conclusions of others, and there they are forever stuck… not ever realizing, for themselves, what true freedom is.  So please do not turn my book into something to cling to and to help one become “stuck” (to conclusions about life).  Please use my book as a tool for questioning.  Question yourself about how others may have indoctrinated you and molded you to become part of what is rigid, second-hand, and obsolete.

Please wisely go beyond my book and beyond me.  I, Thomas Peace, am not what is important and I am not what you need to focus on.  You are what is important… and you may be so much more than what the supposedly sophisticated intellectuals have told you what you are.  Please go beyond what the cultural pundits have shoveled to you.  Please share my book with others… not to get them to come to presumptions… not to affix more humdrum ideas into their minds — and, it seems, most all the orthodox ideas are rather “humdrum” — but to invite them to prudently question things for themselves.  This questioning may help them to live peacefully and holistically beyond dead conceptualizations, and to fly free (from being secure in the wretched, flat flypaper of stale conclusions).  Please learn, for yourself (and not merely from others) about soaring and flying in true freedom.  Please do not remain embedded in the old, humdrum patterns that the languid status quo adheres to.

Discover my book at www.eternalfountainofyouth.com

It can also be found by searching for it (via the book’s title) on Amazon.com

In an indirect way, it may be like drinking directly from the Grail cup itself.