Odd as this might sound aren't we all stuck in our own existential airport? None of us get out of here alive, yet we act as if its forever. And whose to say if he's a victim or victor? Maybe he's reached his own personal Shangri-La situated right between his ears.
Odd as this might sound aren't we all stuck in our own existential airport? None of us get out of here alive, yet we act as if its forever. And whose to say if he's a victim or victor? Maybe he's reached his own personal Shangri-La situated right between his ears.
I will read this later today however the idea linked in with a guy I met this week ... September 12 ... I popped out this evening to get some groceries and bumped into this gentleman I did not know. We all have a story and a tale to tell. We chatted for a good 20 minutes. We also spoke on our current dilemmas playing out in the world. His tip was to become invincible through knowing your body, mind and ultimately your spirt. I asked him what spirit meant to him and he explained it’s the part of you that is the real you that leaves our bodies when we die. https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2020/mar/10/it-felt-like-intentional-torture-the-windrush-victims-who-are-still-homeless-two-years-on?fbclid=IwAR0oa0CFhQaI_MZWF3iQp944JREZpdx5P1yy--tJ6BmoeFOBjgdWe4LQJfc