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Things We Love to Hate. On things that we need but we do not want, want or need but do not have, have but do not need, have AND need but still leave us miserable; things that we gleefully converse about out of spite; things we live to love and hate

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“I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it -- I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know -- but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest.I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive,I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me, and I am Okay.”

21.3.10

Recollection Day

Memory is a great artist. For every man and for every woman it makes the recollection of his or her life a work of art and an unfaithful record.

In love, unlike most other passions, the recollection of what you have had and lost is always better than what you can hope for in the future


Memory is a great artist. For every man and for every woman it makes the recollection of his or her life a work of art and an unfaithful record.























My recollection of a hundred lovely lakes has given me blessed release from care and worry and the troubled thinking of our modern day. It has been a return to the primitive and the peaceful.







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