Within the human heart, we all feel the call to be simple, to be present, to be real. Yet throughout the day, the world urges us to be at war with ourselves and each other: Be resentful about the past. Be anxious about the future. Be hungry for what you dont see. Be dissatisfied with you do see. Be guilty. Be important. Be bored. Be right.

For example, the people who are in our lives today, are in our lives today. What can be simpler than this? Yet so often we react to those we encounter with a mind churning in conflict? We dont want them here. We can think of other people we would rather have here. Were not even sure we want to be here. When will this be over? Why does this always happen to us. And so on and on.

When we become proccupied with what we want or dont want from someone, or what we do or dont approve of. We fail to see that persons goodness, malice, gentleness, sadness, or anything else that is present.

Little children have very few if any unnecessary thoughts, and thats why they are usually focused, present, and happy.

Our live are filled with useless battles because our minds are filled with useless thoughts. We carry unhappy scenes from the past as if they were still happening. This glut of thoughts profoundly affects the world we perceive and the life we live.

Yes, I Have A Penis

Do not assume (if I hold the door for you),
that I am making a statement
about your inabilities
to open the door for yourself.
If you hold it for me,
I'll say 'thankyou'.

Do not assume (if I pay for the meal),
that I am underestimating
your earning capacity
as a woman.
If you invite me out for a meal,
you're paying.

Do not assume (if I defend your rights),
that I am belittling
the attempts that you have made
to defend your rights yourself.
If you defend my rights,
I'll consider you human.

Wheres my companion cube........

Aaron Lewis - Something Like Me

Shards of broken pieces
shattered on the floor
its not enough to bleed

tears and angry voices
cracks around the door
no apologies

and every time you say you love me
I just have to stop and catch my breath
how could somebody love something like me
if you could only say your sorry
there is nothing in this world I can't forget
waiting here for you to set me free

toys and colored pencils
scattered on the floor
underneath my feet

you're always crying over nothing
you're always wanting more
you never go to sleep

but every time you say you love me
I just have to stop and catch my breath
how could somebody love something like me
and every time I feel im falling
she'll be there to save me from myself
little angel watching over me

the taxi's in the driveway
my bags are at the door
and it still kills me to leave

but every time you say you love me
I just have to stop and catch my breath
how could somebody love something like me
and every time I feel im falling
your the one's that saved me from myself
you give me something to believe

and with you here
these cracks and tears
they fade away