All in Thoughts
Because the old rules are dead. We’re no longer playing to win—we’re playing to survive together.
Because I believe in mutualism over competition, even in a world obsessed with clicks, conversions, and quarterly reports. Because I’ve felt the ache of being a single parent trying to raise three small humans while the world rewrites itself in code.
I mean back in the 90s I witnessed the aftermath of a close friend of mine take his own life with an overdose of painkillers and sleeping pills. There was no note or even a tiny shred or an inkling of his intentions.
The most intense feeling in the world could have taken place just before my very eyes in that garden and, being myself completely oblivious to it, it just rushed by me like any other passerby.
It is only when the mind is free from idea that there can be experiencing. Ideas are not truth; and truth is something that must be experienced directly, from moment to moment.
This painting grew directly out of Ernst's use of collage from 1919 onwards to produce bizarre combinations of images, though no preliminary collages or sketches were made for it.
I saw life through the lens of the countercultural turmoil, adopting both the hippie pose and the political superiority complex of my generation.
She giggles. It’s Jethro Tull playing now, the mouse police, you know, never sleeps. Never sleeps. Now Spe’s giggling, breaking off another pinch
My father’s mother often tried to convince me that Christian Science, where followers pray to God to heal them instead of seeking medical care, was the answer.
