...nothing beats a deep set voice, creamy smooth music, dim lights, plain water and a great book. My idea of relaxation.
Yet it is so true that everyone has an ideal or a group of ideals. And unfortunately believe them to be the absolute truth. The comfort zone, place of sanctuary, the heavenly aura; whatever you call it. It is only a limitation.
It is difficult to find a mutual thinker. Maybe Howard Hughes would have been a great friend. His determination does not limit him but inspire him to think beyond time and space. Perhaps seeing the truth of things evolved his mind. It was why he became the way he was. But then we are all mad in our tiniest ways.
War only creates more war. Why do people fight and use force to control others?
In the end, my foes become nothing;
my friends become nothing;
i become nothing
all things become nothing.
But until then, what is it I must do?
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