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Happiness

4/22/1990

Happiness

How can there be any widely accepted definition of happiness?

Doesn’t if depend entirely on individual circumtances?

The ingredients of “happiness” can—and do—vary tremendously according to who and what and where and how you are.

Probably there can be agreement on the adjectives and adverbs of “happiness.” But try to name the circumstances that contribute validity to the definition.

One person’s idea of happiness can be another’s description of misery. Our needs are not the same. Nor are our values, our desires, our goals.

So you can say what to you is happiness. And I can say what to me is happiness. And we may even agree on some of the definitions or ingredients, but few people can agree totally on what they each mean by “happiness.” It’s too personal a thing for universal agreement.

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My Sky

3/21/1990

MY SKY

My sky is the igloo roof of the world, pierced with peepholes to permit a glimpse of other space and time.  Cheek pressed to infinity.

Eyeball to oddball.  Notion or theory.

Fact or mathematical maxim.

The mind moves the roof.

Sky is the mind’s roof of the world.

My sky offers keyholes through which to peer into other spaces and time. Into knowledge vacuums . Into wonder worlds. Back through the eye. Into other parts of the mind. A mind of another kind. Like a world of another kind.

Another space.

Another time.

All space.

All time.

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Judging

March 13, 1990

I’d like to learn to not judge!

So often my emotions jerk violently in outrage at some act of misconduct (as I see it) that comes to my attention. Or I glow with approval when I learn of something good (in my judgment).

The constant act of “judging” gets in the way of discussion. It is difficult to exchange ideas if my mind is busy deciding how I feel about what I hear, rather than openly receiving and transmitting information.

Likewise, it is difficult to see someone “as is” if I cloak him in the raiment of “my opinion” about what he says or does—or how he appears or acts.

Prejudice has to play a big part in judging. On what other basis do we make judgments?

It seems there are many good reasons to learn to not judge.

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Wasted Time

March 12, 1990

Wasted Time

I’ve wasted some time stewing about things that weren’t worth it. Seemed important at the time, of course. But that was because my focus was too narrow. Should have been able to see around the problem.

Life is too damn short for that sort of nonsense. Do something about it (the problem) if you can.   Otherwise—forget it and get on with things. And I mean forget it! Don’t look back.

“Back” is entirely the wrong direction.

If it was good, great. Enjoy the memory. But don’t try to hang onto it or relive it.

Freedom is letting go . . . with joy! And facing forward

Ahead is where it is.

Regrets are energy misspent and wasted. We need that energy for moving forward onto things ahead.

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Where You Sit

February 1990

The World According to Where We Sit

The world must look quite different depending on the view you get of it.

People in different circumstances have different problems—and usually our view of the world evolves from the problems we face.

The man with little or nothing deals with a world that evolves around his need to acquire the necessities of life.

The man with plenty has the problems of finding satisfaction and fulfillment despite all his goods, as well as the administrative tasks of guarding and utilizing and enjoying his wealth.

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Empty or Full

 

3/1/1989

Empty . . . or Full ?

 

Empty, like an egg sucked dry.

And inside, desert sandstorms scour,

And hot winds sigh.

A minute becomes an hour.

Somewhere there is a way

To be, but not to care;

To go, but still to stay.

To find the strength to dare.

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Religious “Freedom”?

 

1989

Religious “Freedom”?

I object to the demands made by religions.

“Believe as directed or face eternal damnation!” etc.

“God’s word” comes to us through an interpreter who claims to espouse the “only true” interpretation.

I would favor a “free-enterprise” competition by these interpreters whereby they must sell their view—to be accepted or rejected by the “consumer” on the merit of the message as seen by the buyer.

Come to think of it, however, I guess that pretty much happens . . . hence the different beliefs and religious groups.

However, I nevertheless reject the “dictatorial” doctrine of “believe or be damned.”

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