Questioning ( Thanks Bert )

Who is this I?
How free is this question?
What is will,
and who is being the will.
Who identifies with it and why.

“What do I want?” comes out of a desire to know myself.
Will and desire are closely intertwined.
The will follows, or does not follow a desire.
A desire seeks to find pleasure,
In this case a pleasure to know.
A desire seeks to avoid pain,
In this case the pain of indecisiveness.

“What do I want?” is a very important question.
Ask yourself this question, and you will see that extra conditions will appear:
What do I want now?
What do I want in/from life?
What do I want in love?
What do I want to be?
What do I want to have, to experience?
… and so on …

Questioning my own desire, this is.

And answers might not necessarily come with ease, even not at all.
Perhaps the answer lies in the unknown, perhaps in the eternal unknown.
Is there anything beyond mental unknown?
Is there a subject, beyond mind or next to mind that wants to know?

Is the question “What do I want?” an expression of free will?

There is a freedom in knowledge. Knowledge gives an insight into possibilities. Knowledge is power! And we want to be powerful, and make the right decisions. So how free are we not to go for knowledge?

Acquiring knowledge itself might become a habit or even an addiction.
There is no freedom in habits, neither is there freedom in addiction.

How free are we to acquire knowledge about self?
Are we not destined to do so by being conscious?
Does not a four year old ask her father:
“If I were you, and you were me, how would things be?”

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Margaret Atwood

The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,

is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can’t breathe.

No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.

Crowning Glories | How Wet Can You Get ;-)

Song of the ice-cold sea

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This leaden distance, the zinc plate of the sea You could travel on it To the shores of Norway. The blood halts its course At the edge. The water is icy.   The buildings Bow low to the sea, Overhan…

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This leaden distance, the zinc plate of the sea

You could travel on it

To the shores of Norway.

The blood halts its course

At the edge.

The water is icy.   The buildings

Bow low to the sea,

Overhang it, prostrate themselves.   Heroes,

Unrussian, protestant,

Long ago died here

For their faith, king and country.    The ruined castle,

Crumbling away,

Slides into the sea,   You hear

The hungry seagulls cry.   In the north

Winter days are soon over.   Stooping

Structures, like heroes of old,

Are frozen forever.   Spires

Probe the leaden sky.

Thousands

Of years they will stand here,

Unmoving.

 

The wind has dropped.   The houses

Have thrust their root into the ground. Absolute

Silence

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THREE : Publishing and Scripting Accounts

A New Dance | Four Uncles Holding The Baby 😉

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Every Time …

Ms. Zondra Mae

http://itsunique.webs.com/novelwakingdarkness.htm

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Zondra Mae was born in Canandaigua, New York. As Zandra Williams on May 11. At a very young age she moved with her family of three brothers. two sisters and her mother to Brockton, MA. When she was fourteen years old, they moved to a small town in Wisconsin. That is where the writing bug caught her.
She never had the chance to finish High School. She was shoved into the world to take care of herself at the age of fifteen and half. Life had its ups and downs. She never forgot about her love of the written word and always dreamed of having her work, her passion out there for the world to see. At times feeling her dreams were lost to her.
Many years had passed. She had fallen in love and gave birth to a beautiful baby girl at the age of twenty-seven. He left. Now it was just her and her daughter against the world. Finding work or even keeping a job was extremely difficult. Her daughter turned four and the light bulb went off in her head. Write, you must write and she did. She had relearn everything all over again. She was willing to take on the challenge. She finally finished High School and went on to college.
Now her daughter is fourteen years old. Life hasn’t changed much, it is still daunting and unforgiving. She still struggles to find a job, but the opportunity to write was greater. She started writing screenplays. For ten years she studied the art of writing for the movies. One screenplay scared the hell out of her. She didn’t finish it then. In August 2012 she picked it up again. As she read it, she thought, "Wow, I wrote that!" She dove into it once again. Gaining help from a wonderful man who works in Hollywood as a producer. That’s when the Novel "Waking Darkness" was born. The screenplay had given her so much, she had to write the Novel. Zondra has never done anything the right way or the conventional way. It is only right for her. She never followed the pack. For her to conform, would be going against her religion.

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TGIF | Sweet Talking

Songwriters: Lynne, Jeff
I was searching (searching) on a one-way street
I was hoping (hoping) for a chance to meet
I was waiting for the operator on the line
(She’s gone so long) What can I do?
(Where could she be?) no, no, no, don’t know what I’m gonna do
I gotta get back to you

You gotta slow down (slow down) sweet talking woman (slow down)
You got me running (run, run)
You got me searching
Hold on (hold on) sweet talking lover (hold on)
It’s so sad if that’s the way it’s over

I was (walking) many days go by
I was thinking (thinking) about the lonely nights
Communication breakdown all around
(She’s gone so long) What can I do?
(Where could she be now?) no, no, no, don’t know what I’m gonna do
I gotta get back to you

Dalai Lama Says He Would Support A Woman Successor

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While some religious leaders might shy away from establishing a tradition of helping women ascend to high-ranking positions, the Dalai Lama voices a more progressive view: His Holiness says he would be pleased if a woman were to succeed him.

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While some religious leaders might shy away from establishing a tradition of helping women ascend to high-ranking positions, the Dalai Lama voices a more progressive view: His Holiness says he would be pleased if a woman were to succeed him.

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