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Something that is hard to reconcile is the experience of impersonal and personal love. Nature is very impersonal, and affection is very personal. I think often we confuse affection with love. We create exclusive relationships with others that often get overrided by our natural instincts- maybe a loving relationship is sabotaged bc someone ?fitter? in many ways came along and appealed to you as an animal. And then we say ?I thought we loved each other!? People use affection to justify all sorts of sacrifices and nature to justify all sorts of cruelty. Still, the world goes round and love exists on both a personal and impersonal level. You love your sister and you love the atoms which make up your sister which also make up the table in your kitchen and your worst enemy. And you experience that love by the same source that also allows you to evaluate which people and activities are worth your energy and which you reject. I don?t think reality is a matter of love vs. nature- - I don?t think they are opposites. But I do think this is a basic insecurity of humanity- the interplay of affection and the design of nature to give more attention to the best players. I don?t know how to describe the internal value system that I think I for this dilemma but I think we all have one. Does this make sense to anyone? |
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| Dee Bradley Baker |
When I was a child, I thought I was going to be a paleontologist because I loved dinosaurs. I loved monster movies and sci-fi, and then 'Star Wars' came out, and I was completely out of my mind with that, with 'Close Encounters,' and then I thought maybe I was going to go into special effects makeup, which I thought was awesome. |
| Andre Maurois |
If you create an act, you create a habit. If you create a habit, you create a character. If you create a character, you create a destiny. |
| Kim Edwards |
As a writer and as a reader, I really believe in the power of narrative to allow us ways to experience life beyond our own, ways to reflect on things that have happened to us and a chance to engage with the world in ways that transcend time and gender and all sorts of things. |
| Ram Dass |
We come into relationships often very much identified with our needs. I need this, I need security, I need refuge, I need friendship. And all of relationships are symbiotic in that sense. We come together because we fulfill each others' needs at some level or other. |
| Kathy Acker |
We get on the bandwagon in all sorts of ways - you know minor ways and major ways - like what you've just encountered which isn't censorship exactly, it was something sort of uglier in a way. |
| David Ives |
Plays are always about intense relationships, whether they're intense love relationships or family relationships or existential relationships. |
| Thomas Huxley |
It is not to be forgotten that what we call rational grounds for our beliefs are often extremely irrational attempts to justify our instincts. |
| Alan Watts |
So then, the relationship of self to other is the complete realization that loving yourself is impossible without loving everything defined as other than yourself. |
| Donald Trump |
You know the funny thing, I don't get along with rich people. I get along with the middle class and the poor people better than I get along with the rich people. |
| Eknath Easwaran |
It takes a lot of experience of life to see why some relationships last and others do not. But we do not have to wait for a crisis to get an idea of the future of a particular relationship. Our behavior in little every incidents tells us a great deal. |
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I am speaking mostly about group and formal interaction rather than intimate one on one. I'm saying that our primal instinct to gain association with strong people makes relationship a game when I would prefer it to be more authentically selfless. If relationship is led so much by our instinct to increase our power, how can we call it love. Plot twist: love is power
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Physical dimension On the physical dimension (Umwelt), individuals relate to their environment and to the givens of the natural world around them. This includes their attitude to the body they have, to the concrete surroundings they find themselves in, to the climate and the weather, to objects and material possessions, to the bodies of other people, their own bodily needs, to health and illness and to their own mortality. The struggle on this dimension is, in general terms, between the search for domination over the elements and natural law (as in technology, or in sports) and the need to accept the limitations of natural boundaries (as in ecology or old age). While people generally aim for security on this dimension (through health and wealth), much of life brings a gradual disillusionment and realization that such security can only be temporary. Recognizing limitations can bring great release of tension.
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Everyone thinks their souls path applies to every other soul and ppl that deviate from their personal truth are invalid. Why can't people follow their inner guidance without needing everyone else to validate it? Meanwhile so many people preach unconditional love but only respect ppl with conditions similar to their own. Fuck all of us. <3
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Why does everyone pretend that social interaction is not a power play? It's the weirdest thing. We smile to bear our teeth in equality, except we are all evolved enough to look past the competition of survival of the fittest. Are the laws of nature the expression of spiritual love, or is it the transcendence of them that is loving?
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i love love love synchronicity! never in my life i thought i would share a room with ben or tom and its so cool when shit happens like that. also, never thought my friends would live in BK and id go out there with my other friends. cool shit
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The poet now begins an analysis of what he might or might not say of his beloved. He does not wish to follow the example of those poets who force comparisons with everything that is fair, beautiful, strange or rare. Instead he wishes to extol the virtue of truthfulness. Since his love is indeed beautiful, what need is there of over praise? Why not say at the outset that, quite simply, you, my love, are yourself, you outshine all praise. He who attempts to say more is like a costermonger trying to sell his wares from a barrow. But this poet will remain aloof from such gross pandering. The fact that his love is fair is enough for him, and he will not enlarge his praise by false and ludicrous comparisons.
The criticism of 'that Muse' is fairly general, but it is quite possible that it applies...
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Despite common wisdom to the effect that money can?t buy happiness it is certain that many people
believe that enough money could make them happier than they are. Many people squander huge amounts
of time and energy, thinking about and trying to acquire money because of this belief. Even when they
are reasonably well off, people often make increasing acquisition and control of money a higher priority
than either self actualization or cultivation of relationships - leading to many of the personal and
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mm i love the sound of her scarfing down food at her desk. i love it when people chew with their mouth open and eat really fast
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Love Letter, was a computer worm that attacked tens of millions of Windows personal computers on and after 5 May 2000[1] local time in the Philippines when it started spreading as an email message with the subject line "ILOVEYOU" and the attachment "LOVE-LETTER-FOR-YOU.txt.vbs".
Its at least the same time frame
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So this is what happens guys. It's a romance comedy. It's a movie about a guy. Hes a plant. Not like a cactus. Hes a planted actor on a reality TV show like love is blind where they are supposed to fall in love and get married. Hes just goofin around but he actually falls in love with one of them. Then the one of them at some point figures out that hes a plant and shes like "did you ever even love me!? you were only in it for the money!" and he says "it started out that way but then I wanted to know the real you. I liked being at that tiki bar and I liked stirrin up stupid stuff. even though it was fake it was real." and then they smooch in the rain.
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