words

Ancient fish trap

The purpose of a fish trap is to catch fish, and when the fish are caught, the trap is forgotten.
The purpose of a rabbit snare is to catch rabbits.
When the rabbits are caught, the snare is forgotten.
The purpose of words is to convey ideas.
When the ideas are grasped, the words are forgotten.

Where can I find a man who has forgotten words?
He is the one I would like to talk to.

Zhuang Zhou

Gevurah

Gevurah

Triad of the Soul
Attributes of Gevurah: The Path of Severity –
Strength, Joy in Desire, Union an Empty Dream, the Reins which are Held by the Woman is the Passion Which Unites Her to the Beast.

  1. Disunion – Who am I?
  2. The Threshold – Continue or Quit
  3. Love has Lost its First Glamour – Judged by Family, Friends, Lover, Then Self.
  4. Intellect Weakened by Sentiment, Broken, Fallen – Time for a Sabbatical, Retreat, Meditation, be Wary of Inertness.
  5. The Binding of Celestial Forces to Mechanical Purposes

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armourgeddon

How many times must we start again
The creation of the world from beginning to end?
What will it take before we learn?

We gotta wake up now ‘n’ show some concern:
What will the future hold?
How many untold stories will be told?
Just what will the future bring?
How many species of birds will have a song to sing?

Man ‘n’ man can’t even get on,
‘N’ man ‘n’ woman’s been at war for far too long!
Superior race, all this black ‘n’ white vision…
Catholic. Muslim. There’s too many religions!

Too much hatred, too much greed…
Ignorant people pollute the air that we breathe.
We’ve gotta wake up now before it’s much too late.
Hungry people need food on their plate.
People being killed for just a few pence…
Can you justify that ’cause it makes no sense to me.

You’re growing up much too fast .
The destruction of mankind – how long will it last?

Perfect – that’s what I’m striving to be.
The next best thing will do for me
I do my best – you disagree
Holier – than – thou holier – than – me.
Committing crimes with no remorse.
As good as gold now an evil force.
One word description is a dis
You lick a boy down for his bag of cheese ‘n’ onion crisp…
And you don’t even stop to think,
Whatever happened to the dinosaurs could make us all extinct

I’m being judged by the clothes that I wear.
We gotta educate those with a grudge to bear,
But I’m content to a certain extent .

You’re condemned for life it’s too late to repent.
Inna – most beauty such a terrible waste…
Caught between a rock and a hard place.

  Be judged according to what you’ve done.
  Live this life, the next is a better one.
  Eat the fruit from the tree of life,
    ‘Cause if you live by the sword… you’ll die by the knife.

          How great and wonderful are your days,
            How right and true are your ways?
            No more death, grief, crying or pain
              ‘Cause only the good things will remain…

        Hear my words ’cause what I’m saying is true,
    Treat them exactly as they treated you –
  Wipe away the tears from your eyes
  Be proud, lift your head up – reach for the skies.

  Condemned for what you did to them
  Now see how quick they fall to worship him.
  There’s a place in my heart that makes me understand,
  Prepared and ready like a bride dressed to meet her husband.

  Treat life as a learning process
  I said turn right – so you took a sharp left.
  Wake up and we’ll all sleep peacefully
  The sun shines but it still seems bleak to me…
  You tell a lie and convince me it’s the truth.
  I’m well mannered yet you still call me uncouth.

          I believe that there’s got to be much more
            I hope I’m ready when death comes knockin’ on my door.
              Maybe tonight, maybe as I sleep.
                It can drive you mad if you think too deep.

              But don’t have a breakdown
                  ’cause I called you a clown.
                    You threw a punch ‘n’ missed,
                      I killed you with a kiss

                      What on earth will you do then?
                      The hour of your death amen?

                      ‘N’ all the prejudice that I’ve sustained.
                        I know it sounds funny
                        but I just can’t stand the pain.

                      Six foot below, reap what you sow
                      Grim without grief, sad without sorrow…