2.If there is no cosmic justice, we are free to run amok, and that’s what they always tell us. I’ll let you in on a little secret: we already are free to run amok, and always have been—and people often do, without a single cosmic or magical force besides their own will to stop them. It’s terrifying. It is at this point where we are faced with a frightening reality—there are no excuses. Maybe we say that we do something because we are angry or we do something because we are sad or or we do something because something else is making us do it—all of them excuses. It is only true that we do something—we do something because we are...end of story—and a being precedes its action in every something we do. That action comes from nowhere else but that from which it comes, and only that being is responsible for its own actions. There is no emotions or drives or instincts to blame, for we are those emotions, drives and instincts. There is no guiding hand; there is no true nature, nor a program forcing us to choose one course over the next. Only toys and puppets are built for purposes, and we are not built. There’s nothing tugging at these strings but ourselves. We are in no one’s hands but our own, and perhaps, the ones who care for us.
3.Luckily, there is a peace after every war; there is a sunny summer after every cold winter; there are flowers among the weeds; just as there is an insight in every dry cliché. “No excuses” is the sovereign one’s slogan, and the sovereign one is responsible for her own actions. She can choose. Even when bound and condemned to execution, destined for extinction at the hands of something more powerful, an instance where no apparent choice is readily available, she can choose to die in utter defiance. So too can she live. She has appointed herself the artist and possessor of her own life.
It is only true that we do something—we do something because we are...end of story—and a being precedes its action in every something we do.
Love the effort you put into it, but disagree very much with the argument.
There is a God. There are other worlds, there are other dimensions. There is karma and there are rewards and punishments (although both are better described as self-imposed lessons).
We're the judges of ourselves, and after shuffling off this life and gaining perspective on the things we've done and how our actions affected others, we'll be the ones helping to decide what comes next for us, and how best to move forward.
Don't believe me? That's fine.
Got doubts? Those are fine, too.
Just wait--you'll see.
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Sure, intellectual knowledge is interesting. But experiential knowledge is even better.
You see, I used to doubt the "stories." Then I had experiences that convinced me otherwise.
Don't worry--you will, too. Regardless of which side of the veil you're on when those experiences happen.
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What is a saint? A saint is someone who has achieved a remote human possibility.
It is impossible to say what that possibility is.
I think it has something to do with the energy of love.
Contact with this energy results in the exercise of a kind of balance in the chaos of existence.
A saint does not dissolve the chaos; if he did the world would have changed long ago.
I do not think that a saint dissolves the chaos even for himself, for there is something arrogant and warlike in the notion of a man setting the universe in order.
It is a kind of balance that is his glory.
He rides the drifts like an escaped ski.
His course is the caress of the hill.
His track is a drawing of the snow in a moment of its particular arrangement with wind and rock.
Something in him so loves the world that he gives himself to the laws of gravity and chance.
Far from flying with the angels, he traces with the fidelity of a seismograph needle the state of the solid bloody landscape.
His house is dangerous and finite, but he is at home in the world.
He can love the shape of human beings, the fine and twisted shapes of the heart.
It is good to have among us such men, such balancing monsters of love.
- Leonard Cohen - (Beautiful Losers 1966)
Interesting. I used to believe the stories, until experiential knowledge convinced me otherwise. What was really liberating was finding out I never needed them in the first place.
You sprout these tangents, this particular with a "No, excuse" nor any Spiritual Reorientation (misleading title), reorienting to... "No excuses"?
At the least this is a individualistic attempt to push ones own beliefs of there/your personal experience this life has dealt you. It's no better than a bible thumper declaring there faith as the only "True" faith.
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If you have read more carefully, you may have noticed that I mentioned there is no truth. In that world, how could my truth be any different than anyone else's? There is no "true" faith, only ever false ones, in hindsight faiths.
A spiritual reorientation is reorienting one's spirituality from one to the next. The world's current spirituality involves the unreal. The next one might just involve the real.
The world as a whole and since the dawn of man has a spirituality "concept" in what you call unreal. But there in lies another problem. What is real to you is fictional to the next. One's experiences regardless of upbringing and predisposition may be fictional to the world but not for the individual.
Delusional thoughts of a higher "whatever" is only human. As we all are only human. The experiences make the life and defines us individually. The path that led you to your OP and individual thoughts on this matter is your expression of truth and trying to figure out the same puzzle all are looking for answers too. That is unless you have definitive proof for your OP and then I would like a picture, or it didn't happen.... That is...