Wat’s Carbon Water-N-Stuff Thread - Concepts In Iron And Wood!!!

Few cross over the river. Most are stranded on this side. On the riverbank they run up and down. But the wise person, following the way, Crosses over, beyond the reach of death. Free from desire, Free from possessions, Free from attachment and appetite, Following the seven lights of awakening, And rejoicing greatly in his freedom, In this world the wise person Becomes themselves a light, Pure, shining, free.

~ from the Dhammapada



Life has no purpose. A thing that is finite cannot have a purpose. Purpose is like paint on a cement wall. It is an intellectualization. It is a forced adornment. You live. And you will die. What purpose is there in that? Then why do anything at all? To pass the time in a beautiful way.

~ Kapil Gupta
 
How our libturds live their lives, if you can actually call it living:


Quiet desperation,
it's how I play the game.
One foot after the other,
but still it's all the same.
I never found the happiness,
that peace within the mind.
That comes to others easily,
I'm always left behind.
My life once filled
with hopes and dreams,
has run away and now it seems,
my life ahead so dark and bleak,
I need to scream,
I need to speak.

My tears. My fears.
My wasted years of quiet desperation.

It's just so sad . . . so fucking sad . . . .
 
Another day, yet another unconstitutional records search, which, as always, yielded nothing.


Sentient Life can always use another shotgun . . . .
 
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