if nothing is and thinking makes it so then I think I am free of attachment and aversion and so I am right? I think I am free I think I am happy I think I close my eyes I do I am NoT there at home I am still here HMMMMM Descartes you suck.
See what happened is..I got this beautiful journal amazing shade of green/blue, stunning embossing. A hand crafted blown glass pen and the most scrumptious shade of blue to play with. I compose word salads with my loverly toys; which is what brings us to bookish. Bookish is the collected murmurings and meanderings of my subtle self in the early-wee-any hours. It turns out that deciphering the random collections of verbs nouns and their peeps is harder than ..than.. jumping across a very large body of water in one single plufflooo. …read more
