About Seeing with Brahmin eyes
My sense of humor can be keen, sarcastic, silly or corny -- sometimes all at once. I enjoy meeting new people with no preconceived ideas about what or what is not possible. You get much more out of life by being open minded and willing.
I'm an easy going, good-natured person who loves life and loves people. I'm both optimistic and realistic and pretty objective when it comes to assessing situations, events, etc. In general I am a very positive person and you'll usually find we with a smile on my face.
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So the first thing to be understood is that the mind is an indirect process. Senses are direct: I can touch you with my hand, but I cannot touch you with my mind. I can see you through my eyes, but I cannot see you through my mind. The mind is enclosed within me and there is no bridge from the mind to reach you directly. If the mind wants to reach you directly, some medium will be needed. If the mind wants to see you, it will see through the eyes. To touch you, it will touch through the hands. A medium, an agency, a mediator, will be needed. Mind needs a mediator.
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October 1, 2011 Leave a comment
“when the rich wage war, it’s the poor who die”
WAR. The very sound of the word evokes mixed emotions within me — rage, fear, uncertainty; but almost always, it brings a tear to my eye.
War gives us something to argue about over the breakfast and dinner table. Something to listen to on the radio on our commute to and from work. It is a topic of discussion at the pantry. Something to read about everyday in the papers.
We argue, most times, that war unites people either for or against a common cause. What we fail to acknowledge is that we wage war against others because we have not learned how to love ourselves.
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen
In my living room watching, I am not laughing,
Cause when it gets tense I know what might happen
The world is cold, the bold men take action
have to react or get blown into fractions.
Ten years old, it’s something to see,
another kid my age drug under a jeep,
taken and bound, and found later under a tree,
I wonder if he had thought the next one could be me.
Do you see, the soldiers, they’re out today they
Brush the dust from bulletproof vests away.
It’s ironic, at times like this you pray,
but a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday.
There’s bombs on the buses, bikes, roads,
inside your market,your shops, your clothes,
My dad, He’s got a lot of fear I know
but enough pride inside not to let that show.
My brother had a book he would hold with pride
A little red cover with a broken spine.
On the back, he hand wrote a quote inside:
“when the rich wage war, it’s the poor who die”
And meanwhile, the leader just talks away
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
and the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
both scared and angry like “what did he say?”
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen.
— from Hands Held High by Linkin’ Park
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