The world is your exercise book, the pages on which you do your sums. It is not reality, though you may express reality there if you wish. You are also free to write lies, or nonsense, or to tear the pages.
The world is your exercise book, the pages on which you do your sums. It is not reality, though you may express reality there if you wish. You are also free to write lies, or nonsense, or to tear the pages.
We generate our own environment. We get exactly what we deserve. How can we resent a life we've created ourselves Who's to blame, who's to credit but us Who can change it, anytime we wish, but us
Every gift from a friend is a wish for your happiness.
You are never given a wish without also being given the power to make it come true. You may have to work for it, however.
Fly free and happy beyond birthdays and across forever, and we'll meet now and then when we wish, in the midst of the one celebration that never can end.
You are never given a wish without being given the power to make it true. You may have to work for it, however.
Here's how the people live here, in big house-shaped boxes to keep off 'rain' and 'snow,' holes cut in the sides so they can see out. They move around in smaller boxes, painted different colours, with wheels on the corners. They need this box-culture because each person thinks of herself and himself as locked in a box called a 'body,' arms and legs, fingers to move pencils and tools, languages because they've forgotten how to communicate, eyes because they've forgotten how to see. Odd little planet. Wish you were here. Home soon.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories