Pale years , Ordinary I

Life is always on my reading while eating apple while to continue, some say half of life can always be accompanied by half of the sad joy, I would say there is loneliness. We are always lost in the lonely themselves, self-indulgent. However, there will be more behind the indulgence of loneliness. So I do not arbitrarily attempt to indulge themselves lightly. In the process of growing up, I had said anything, loved what seems to have forgotten, can not find antecedents. Sometimes really want to stare antecedents can not see anything. Before the end of life is that it? Are always afraid to ask myself, could not find for fear of their own when the road by now. I have been in consistently refused to grow up, perhaps too afraid to face. But I was growing up, unknowingly to the world twenty-four years, and has not had a lot of things, and have lost a lot of things. I knew that I refuse to grow up within the heart is no use, because everything is carried out unconsciously. So, I can no longer refuse to grow up, and aging parents in a day by day, precisely because we grew up in a day by day. Always feel that it cares about the old stuff, and perhaps this is what people say nostalgia and plot. It seemed that the scene in a previous moment in their own eyes the total surface. A pseudonym used for a long time, a poem like a long time, a friend recalled that for a long time, perhaps a lifetime. Maybe life is not only to enjoy, there is more pain. Distrust not only friends, family does not understand, there are even more sudden pain. Perhaps the proper business of those sudden and painful step by step, let us grow up, really should be grateful the pain so that we grow up. Over the past bit by bit are printed in my mind, you can time when the real Tiqi Bi, but he could not write anything to the ... ... turn around and suddenly found that everything can not be recovered, only the goal remains clear. Only the text in my world I can truly find themselves. Although sometimes only a few words, has elapsed prime time seem to be some faint Sentimental taste, because we always refuse to grow up sometimes. May not be afraid to face, just want to keep a copy of his own innocence and happiness. I was always late at night when you sleep, wake up in the pale morning. Time has been extended to the end of the dream, I really do not know how hearts stranded, and sometimes allows herself to cry, always smiling, later found themselves in the tears of joy have been drifting above. Always felt that his side is full of unease. Friends, respectively, missed her family, the disease strikes, ... ... too much instability in the church I treasure. Ordinary life is the most true.

Told to Go to a Heated Place

People are crazed.
And don't know what they want.

They want the government out of their lives.
And yet they want to be protected from terrorists.
As well as those they know,
Who are revealed to be thieves.
Their next door neighbors...
Who have committed petty crimes.
The ones who drive Benzes and Mercedes.

They wish not to pay another tax.
But expect free this and that...
And become angered,
When they spend their last dime.
Wasted on craps.
And other casino traps.

No second best!
They want to be better than the rest.
They want to build and show progress.
They want their stores stocked like packed nests.
They want to dress and stop breaths...
Because they want to look so good!
Moisturized, tanned and...
Buffed.

And they want to pocket huge dollars for doing,
Less than they should.
ALL...
Delivered by the Good Witch from the East,
Glenda!
Remember her from the Wizard of Oz?
Glenda?
The one who promised Dorothy,
If she really wanted...
She could and 'would' get back to Kansas.
Or get that which her heart truly desired.
Just with the clicking of her pumped and Rubied heels.
Three times.
And...
That's all it would take!

'Please let me get back to a credit A rating!
Please let me get back to a credit A rating!
Please let me get back to a credit A rating! '

People are crazed.
And don't know what they want.

They want also to be the first to occupy 'Space'.
You know...
Outer Space?
With much of that 'inner' space between their ears vacant.

They want the government out of their lives.
Day and night,
Loudly they make this clear.
But want their interests protected by those they elect...
Done.
And 'stunned' by the cost,
To maintain their exorbitant delusions.

And those who confront them...
Are told to go to a heated place!
And while there,
To kiss where the Sun does not shine!

Religion and Rationality

Yet the difference in tome and language must strike us, so soon as it is philosophy that speaks: that change should remind us that even if the function of religion and that of reason coincide, this function is performed in the two cases by very different organs. Religions are many, reason one. Religion consists of conscious ideas, hopes, enthusiasms, and objects of worship; it operates by grace and flourishes by prayer. Reason, on the other hand, is a mere principle or potential order, on which indeed we may come to reflect but which exists in us ideally only, without variation or stress of any kind. We conform or do not conform to it; it does not urge or chide us, not call for any emotions on our part other than those naturally aroused by the various objects which it unfolds in their true nature and proportion. Religion brings some order into life by weighting it with new materials. Reason adds to the natural materials only the perfect order which it introduces into them. Rationality is nothing but a form, an ideal constitution which experience may more or less embody. Religion is a part of experience itself, a mass of sentiments and ideas. The one is an inviolate principle, the other a changing and struggling force. And yet this struggling and changing force of religion seems to direct man toward something eternal. It seems to make for an ultimate harmony within the soul and for an ultimate harmony between the soul and all that the soul depends upon. Religion, in its intent, is a more conscious and direct pursuit of the Life of Reason than is society, science, or art, for these approach and fill out the ideal life tentatively and piecemeal, hardly regarding the foal or caring for the ultimate justification of the instinctive aims. Religion also has an instinctive and blind side and bubbles up in all manner of chance practices and intuitions; soon, however, it feels its way toward the heart of things, and from whatever quarter it may come, veers in the direction of the ultimate.

Nevertheless, we must confess that this religious pursuit of the Life of Reason has been singularly abortive. Those within the pale of each religion may prevail upon themselves, to express satisfaction with its results, thanks to a fond partiality in reading the past and generous draughts of hope for the future; but any one regarding the various religions at once and comparing their achievements with what reason requires, must feel how terrible is the disappointment which they have one and all prepared for mankind. Their chief anxiety has been to offer imaginary remedies for mortal ills, some of which are incurable essentially, while others might have been really cured by well-directed effort. The Greed oracles, for instance, pretended to heal out natural ignorance, which has its appropriate though difficult cure, while the Christian vision of heaven pretended to be an antidote to our natural death—the inevitable correlate of birth and of a changing and conditioned existence. By methods of this sort little can be done for the real betterment of life. To confuse intelligence and dislocate sentiment by gratuitous fictions is a short-sighted way of pursuing happiness. Nature is soon avenged. An unhealthy exaltation and a one-sided morality have to be followed by regrettable reactions. When these come. The real rewards of life may seem vain to a relaxed vitality, and the very name of virtue may irritate young spirits untrained in and natural excellence. Thus religion too often debauches the morality it comes to sanction and impedes the science it ought to fulfill.

What is the secret of this ineptitude? Why does religion, so near to rationality in its purpose, fall so short of it in its results? The answer is easy; religion pursues rationality through the imagination. When it explains events or assigns causes, it is an imaginative substitute for science. When it gives precepts, insinuates ideals, or remoulds aspiration, it is an imaginative substitute for wisdom—I mean for the deliberate and impartial pursuit of all food. The condition and the aims of life are both represented in religion poetically, but this poetry tends to arrogate to itself literal truth and moral authority, neither of which it possesses. Hence the depth and importance of religion becomes intelligible no less than its contradictions and practical disasters. Its object is the same as that of reason, but its method is to proceed by intuition and by unchecked poetical conceits.

bye

Now you are dead I come to bury you;
None has divined the day when I shall die;
Men laugh at my folly in burying fallen flowers,
But who will bury me when dead I lie?

See, when spring draws to a close and flowers fall,
This is the season when beauty must ebb and fade;
The day that spring takes wing and beauty fades,
Who will care for the fallen blossom or dead maid?

Common Thief

The last time I had a good idea,
I stole it from a monkey by the name of Phil.
He was in a tree eating a banana,
With a grin on his face the size of a whipporwill.
I asked him why he had the grin,
And he told me it was somethin'
Quite beyond the scope
Of the average Company Bear.
But it was there...

And I had to make it mine.

I tried to find an equal trade,
A win-win kind of thing
With my good friend Phil.
He scrutinized every offer I made,
With the Grim Reaper's scowl
And an iron will.
I asked him why he was being difficult,
And he told me 'twas his pleasure.
Quite outside the realm
Of mere human measure.

But he was...
Difficult.

So I took his idea
And I called it mine.
And I left him a
Bottle of dry white wine,
And a Wal-Mart credit card
With a purple bandana -
Two pickles, a cheeseball,
And a nice green banana.

And to this day,
Phil's fine monkey belief
Is that I am no better
Than a common thief.