Category: love

The soul is our sense of connection to the world around us, strong or weak. The things that are good…

The soul is our sense of connection to the world around us, strong or weak. The things that are good for the soul; reading, travelling, walking, meeting new people, loving one another, these develop our understanding of the ‘other’. The purpose of the soul is to help us to realise that the self and the ‘other’ are one and the same, and that our borders extend far beyond ourselves.

The trouble with love is that, for some, hurting is the most loving thing. —Red Leaf Haiku by © John…

The trouble with love 

is that, for some, hurting is 

the most loving thing. 

—Red Leaf Haiku by © John Clark Helzer

For it may yet be the owl, the torn-open mouse must forgive the owl. —Red Leaf Haiku by © John Clark…

For it may yet be 

the owl, the torn-open mouse 

must forgive the owl. 

—Red Leaf Haiku by © John Clark Helzer

Though not by design, beauty is a weapon to conquer all things vile. —Red Leaf Haiku by © John Clark…

Though not by design, 

beauty is a weapon to 

conquer all things vile. 

—Red Leaf Haiku by © John Clark Helzer

I see in my son’s tiny face all the things he knows that I do not. —Red Leaf Haiku by © John Clark…

I see in my son’s 

tiny face all the things he 

knows that I do not. 

—Red Leaf Haiku by © John Clark Helzer

How on earth could a heart work quite right till broken at least a few times? —Red Leaf Haiku by ©…

How on earth could a 

heart work quite right till broken 

at least a few times? 

—Red Leaf Haiku by © John Clark Helzer

theviolinistcrow: philosophycorner: Ten reasons to love…

theviolinistcrow:

philosophycorner:

Ten reasons to love thinking

By Dawn Field

Thinking is one of the great human abilities. Anyone can do it, anytime, anywhere. One of the best places in the world to be is inside one’s head, thinking.If you love to dwell in thought, perhaps you are made for the academic life. Perhaps you are meant to be a ‘creative’: producing art, music, novels, or some other product of original thought. Perhaps you have the DNA of an engineer, designer, or systems analyst – you enjoy problem solving, the ultimate hard think.

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I dont think I can love something in which I have no choice upon. This is one of the few things our free will cant do for long in this path.

Well, that sort of thinking is fatalistic. Sure, determinants have a say in directing the content of your thoughts, i.e., what it is you choose to think about or focus on. The jury, however, is still out on whether we have any say at all. We may not have free will, but we might have limited well. We might, in other words, have a limited capacity to choose what to think about. It is clear to us that we have a say over who we choose to love. Or, at the very least, we persist in the illusion that we have such a say. So of course you can love something though you don’t have a say in the matter or though it might be the case that you don’t. The freedom of will might, in fact, be a necessary illusion so that we are permitted to think we have control over our lives. If not you, then who or what else has that control? In the end, I think most people want to believe that they’re autonomous. I agree with the fact that once you’ve come to the realization that you’re not in control or, at least, not entirely in control, it’s important to pay attention to who or what else is at the wheel, if you will; but it is, however, equally important to believe that you have a say as well. There are consequences for thinking otherwise, e.g., why hold anyone accountable for their actions? 

Certain mysteries of fate are known only to identical twins. —Red Leaf Haiku by © John Clark Helzer

Certain mysteries 

of fate are known only to 

identical twins. 

—Red Leaf Haiku by © John Clark Helzer

The one love bull and matador have in common is that lovely cape. —Red Leaf Haiku by © John Clark…

The one love bull and 

matador have in common 

is that lovely cape. 

—Red Leaf Haiku by © John Clark Helzer

Her little white paw shifts just enough to offer some furry belly. —Red Leaf Haiku by © John Clark…

Her little white paw 

shifts just enough to offer 

some furry belly. 

—Red Leaf Haiku by © John Clark Helzer