I’m special, just like everyone else


Our problems stem from a person wanting to be identified for being in a special group of existence…just like everyone else.

The irony is, if we treat each other equally, there’s no need for special treatment.


You don’t care about me


NPR reported on The golden age of grievance. It’s never been a better time to complain about how bad things are for you.

Even Asian-Americans (61%) reported they had felt discriminated against, and yet they are the highest earning demographic in the US, ahead of even the whites.

We are truly a grieving nation…This may come from disconnection from our neighbors and a lack of community and empathy with our fellow human beings.

The internet is creating more communication between us, and yet our separation continues.

Take some time off from the matrix of the internet world today, and smile at someone and say Hi, instead of looking down at your phone. Maybe if each of us does this, there won’t be so many people feeling unappreciated?

She said, “Why don’t you have a house?”

tiny home

There is no place that I have to reach.

There is no pinnacle of success. Because there will always be another peak, bigger and better, than the last.

There is no destination, besides death.

Until then, there are only transient states of learning a little more, and then a little more, and then a little more, each time becoming a little less ignorant.

There is no happy ending.

So it is important to be happy right now.

Because the journey is all that I’ve got.

Halloween death wishes, to each and everyone

death is a sexy man in uniform

Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses, blood sacrifices, steeples, mosques, races, armies, flags, nations, in order to deny the fact of death, the only fact we have.

It seems to me that one ought to rejoice in the fact of death…ought to decide, indeed, to earn one’s death by confronting with passion the conundrum of life.

One is responsible for life: It is the small beacon in that terrifying darkness from which we come and to which we shall return.

Content: James Baldwin

Meditation or sex?

baba ram dass

A lot of people try to counteract the ‘I am not good enough’ with ‘I am good enough.’

In other words, they take the opposite and they try to invest it. That still keeps the world at the level of polarities.

The art is to go behind the polarities. So the act is to go not to the world of: ‘I am good’ to counteract ‘I am bad,’ Or ‘I am lovable’ as opposed to ‘I am unlovable.’

But go behind it to ‘I am.’

I am. I am.

And ‘I am’ includes the fact that I do crappy things, and I do beautiful things.

And I am.

Content: By Baba Ram Dass


Her attention made it swell

selfie ass

Ours is an old, old story with an interesting new wrinkle. Throughout most of our history, nothing — not flood, famine, plague, or new weapons — has endangered humanity one-tenth as much as the narcissistic ego, with its self-aggrandizing presumptions and its hell-hound spawn of fear and greed.

The new wrinkle is that escalating advances in technology are nourishing the narcissistic ego the way chicken manure nourishes a rose bush, while exploding worldwide population is allowing its effects to multiply geometrically.

Here’s an idea: let’s get over ourselves, reduce our carbon footprint, adopt an animal from a shelter, go buy a cherry pie, and fall in love with life.

-Tom Robbins in an interview by Tony Vigorito

It was always at myself, first and foremost that I aimed the shaft


I suspected that the man was ailing, ailing in the spirit in some way, or in his temperament or character, and I shrank from him with the instinct of the healthy.

This shrinking was in course of time replaced by a sympathy inspired by pity for one who had suffered so long and deeply, and whose loneliness and inward death I witnessed.

In course of time I was more and more conscious, too, that this affliction was not due to any defects of nature, but rather to a profusion of gifts and powers which had not attained to harmony.

I saw that he was a genius of suffering and that in the meaning of many sayings of Nietzsche he had created within himself with positive genius a boundless and frightful capacity for pain.

I saw at the same time that the root of his pessimism was not world-contempt but self-contempt; for however mercilessly he might annihilate institutions and persons in his talk he never spared himself.

It was always at himself first and foremost that he aimed the shaft,

himself first and foremost whom he hated and despised.

Photo: Hermann Hesse

Content: Hermann Hesse, from the novel, Steppenwolf