the_purest_truth :..S e e d S.:...o f...:.L i g h T..: The Purest Truth... is simple. It is the complex lies that distract you. 010829 ... dB How can we recognise this truth? 010829 ... Dafremen It's simple man. The BeE is right. The first thing to realize is that it's all one thing. We're all one and it never ends. Armed with that knowledge, realize that you hurt yourself when you hurt others and everything you desire is no different from what you already have. It's the same thing. There is no need to worry about tomorrow and there is nothing to fear if tomorrow never comes. It will, always...eventually. Armed with this knowledge know that to be human is a gift, a random gift perhaps, but a gift nonetheless in that you have been given it and so much else that is MADE OF THE SAME STUFF AS YOU didn't get it this time around. It's your turn, enjoy...don't hurt the peoplearound you...this is THEIR time too. Don't let them hurt you either, this is YOUR time. It's precious...enjoy it, appreciate it. Don't cling to it or throw it away. There are so many more truths that are self-evident once you realize those TWO simple things: 1. All things are made of the same stuff. Everything is ONE thing...you're just part of that thing (and it is part of you.) 2. There is no end to the recycling of the stuff that makes up everything. It is an endless cavalcade of stars and art and science and energy with no conceivable limit to the number of ways in which it can manifest itself. 010829 ... dB What you say Daffy, strangely makes much sense to me. The poor man clings to his gold for fear of losing it, while the rich man spends his gold freely to have his way with the wold. It is the same with life. Maybe it's time to let go, and for once in my life, just run with it. 010829 ... Dafremen see also: CONSUMERS 020927 ... pushpins is madd the purest truth might bend with my knees against the back of some seat on the school bus. i curled in order to wedge myself into that space and tried not to bother the person in front of me with my shifting knees sore from the random patterns etched into the green plastic creeping away from windows that were never clean to begin with. hyperbole of my spines curve begins to stretch and strain my nerves and i wouldn't notice I'm too busy feeling absence in my hands and sleepy tears that never rest trickle like fingers whispering on my cheek, its the purest truth when i say nothing. its the purest nothing when I say the truth. 020928 ... hmmmm when i say nothing there is no truth because i lie curl up in a a bed of things that cannot be truth and they are not pure 031209 ... kx21 The Source... 031209 what's it to you? who go blather from