Good and Evil by Abdel Khader Khan

The universe began fifteen billion years ago, in almost absolute simplicity, and its been getting more and more complex ever since. This movement from the simple to complex is built into the web and weave of the universe, and its called the tendency toward complexcity. We're the products of this complexification, and so are the birds, and the bees, and the trees, and the stars and even the galaxies of stars. Aif we were to get wiped out in a cosmic explosion, like an asteroid impact or something, som other expression of our level of complexity would emerge, because taht what the universe does. And this is likely to be going on all over the universe.

The final or ultimate complexity - the place where all this complexity is going - is what, or who? Anything that promotes, enhances, or accelerates this movement towards final complexity is good. Anything that inhibits, impedes, or prevents is evil.

If we want to know if something is good or evil then we ask these questions;

What if ewveryone did this thing?
Would that help us, in the bit of the universe, to get there, or would it hold us back?

And then we have a pretty good idea whether its good or evil. Whats more important, we know why its good or evil.

Karla says...

I dont know what frightens me more,
the power that crushes us
or our endless ability to endure it.

Something to chew on....

Sometimes we see the past so clearly, and read the legend of its parts with such acuity, that every stich of time reveals its purpose, and a kind of message is enfolded in it. Nothing in any life, no matter how well or poorly lived, is wiser than failure or clearer than sorrow. And in this tiny precious wisdom that they give give to us, even those dread and hated enemies, suffering and failure, have their reasons and their right to be.


~ Shantaram

Trippy Trance

Consider this, 92% of the worlds population feels that their life could be better. What about u?

If could do anything; anything at all what would you do? What are you doing now?

Imagine that, you could live your life knowing that it could not be better and never feel that you would rather be doing something else, be somewhere else or be someone else.

Now consider this; some people actually live like this and so could you.

Contemplate this; what if 90% of the problems you encountered in your life are mere illusion and only existed in your mind.

In your everyday life whenever something annoyes you stresses you, makes you mad or makes you sad. Consider this, that something really matters. Will you even remmeber how you felt in one day, one week, one month, one year or what about in 10 years.

Its all about choices!

- Song by Barcode Brothers

Daffodils

I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
William Wordsworth

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
Rudyard Kipling

Road not taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost