I'm one of the blind alleys off the main road of procreation.
We must plant trees, grow gardens instead of lawns, ride bicycles when we can and support responsible local businesses over big brands.
The trees which are pruned, watered and nurtured by caring hands bear the greatest fruits; it is the same with people.
Mean people are really just sad people. They hurt others because they are hurting. Every person is born beautiful, and much of the ugliness in others was put inside of them by other hurting people.
Love only serves and does not calculate.
When one learns to focus energy through surrender and sensitivity, they become free, and can access the expansiveness of endless possibility.
Control thought-forms are the basis of our deepest moral crisis.
As a chemist, I wanted to ask myself the question frustrated by biology: What is the minimal unit of matter that can undergo Darwinian evolution?
I want to write, produce, act, and get into fashion design.
My beard towards heaven, I feel my nape support The back of my head, I grow the breast of a harpy And my brush as it drips continually Upon my face, makes it a gorgeous floor.
I'd declare all the world's resources as a common heritage of all the world's people and get them to join and become one nation who takes care of the environment, the earth, the atmosphere. I'd abolish all separate nations because they are all corrupt.