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  • 20th Jan, 2005 at 11:17 AM

I'm reading Latest Posts while waiting for a source tree to compile.

I scroll down the enormous mass of humanity, and what I read makes tears run down my cheeks. Why is there so much suffering in the world? What did people do to deserve such heartbreak? Are humans so horrible that they can't help but inflict pain upon each other?

Hey people! Stop doing that!

Be excellent to each other.

Perform senseless acts of random kindness.

Tell all your loved ones that you'll love them until the day you die, and actually do that.



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20th Jan, 2005 11:44 (UTC)
I think a lot of people don't post when they're having a good day - they post when they're having an awful day, or a bad day, or a great day, but not a "good" day.
20th Jan, 2005 11:51 (UTC)
One would expect that the number of great days should balance out the number of awful days. At least, in a world where people cared about each other's happiness. But it doesn't seem that way.

And there sure are an awful lot of broken hearts and sad people out there. I hope their lives turn out better.
20th Jan, 2005 15:13 (UTC)
As I was mentioning to someone else here, I'm actually doing awesome, but seem to bias toward talking about the bad stuff. I have good days, that's for sure.
20th Jan, 2005 16:04 (UTC)
Remember K's advice
Remember what Krishna said to Arjuna when Arjuna asked, "Are humans so horrible that they can't help but inflict pain upon each other?" (in the very same words BTW)...
Krishna's answer is called The Bhagavad Gita.
http://www.sacred-texts.com/hin/gita/index.htm is the whole Bhagavad Gita.

And- rites neglected, piety extinct-
Enters impiety upon that home;
Its women grow unwomaned, whence there spring
Mad passions, and the mingling-up of castes,
Sending a Hell-ward road that family,
And whoso wrought its doom by wicked wrath.
Nay, and the souls of honoured ancestors
Fall from their place of peace, being bereft
Of funeral-cakes and the wan death-water.
So teach our holy hymns. Thus, if we slay
Kinsfolk and friends for love of earthly power,
Ahovat! what an evil fault it were!
Better I deem it, if my kinsmen strike,
To face them weaponless, and bare my breast
To shaft and spear, than answer blow with blow.

So speaking, in the face of those two hosts,
Arjuna sank upon his chariot-seat,
And let fall bow and arrows, sick at heart.
20th Jan, 2005 16:48 (UTC)
Re: Remember K's advice
I am shocked to learn that I can speak Sanskrit.

Levity aside, this is a most interesting development. Who knew that I would touch on theology: the subject on which I am most ignorant.
20th Jan, 2005 17:03 (UTC)
Re: Remember K's advice
It has little to do with "theology", "mythology" and the like. Sometimes the Self sees and understands perfectly without interpreting or having to analyze... Call it SAT if you like.... or the TAO. Theology is for the pundit pendantica....., those who would bend Chaos itself into a mathematical methodology and then wonder why the universe doesn't 'obey' their rules.

I am Chaos
I am the substance from which
your artists and scientists
build rhythms.

I am the spirit with which
your children and clowns
laugh in happy anarchy.

Iam Chaos.
I am alive, and tell you
that you are free.

~~ Eris, Goddess of Chaos, Discord, & Confusion...

~ Glanz (again)
23rd Jan, 2005 11:27 (UTC)
Excerpted from the forward to the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy
Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun.

Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-two million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea.

This planet has – or rather had – a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movements of small green pieces of paper, which is odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.

And so the problem remained; lots of the people were mean, and most of them were miserable, even the ones with digital watches.

Many were increasingly of the opinion that they'd all made a big mistake in coming down from the trees in the first place. And some said that even the trees had been a bad move, and that no one should ever have left the oceans.

And then, one Thursday, nearly two thousand years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a change, a girl sitting on her own in a small cafe in Rickmansworth suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place. This time it was right, it would work, and no one would have to get nailed to anything.

Sadly, however, before she could get to a phone to tell anyone about it, a terrible stupid catastrophe occurred, and the idea was lost for ever.

This is not her story.

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