philosophical

... we [humans] are an organic life form that became too sentient of our own existence. When we reached the moment we began to questionise our origin and our demise, that was the moment we should have stop evolving.

Try jogging when following your heart, it's healthier

Never look in the mirror when your stressed it__ contagious

Were knowledge all, what were our needTo thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?

For wicked people to do evil requires money, and good people superstition. Combining these elements and we get organized religion, but to achieve the worst of all evil conflate politics to the compound and the tragedies are endless.

The greatest admission a human can make is that perhaps he does not have the intelligence, the vision, the grasp to fully understand the universe, and that perhaps no human ever will. To put it all down to some omnipotent deity is a cop-out. Factor in fairy tales of an afterlife and it becomes a comforting cop-out.

If heaven was hot and hell was chilly, tell me, why would you go to heaven?

Don't leave a trace on my shoulder. I am a burden to the world.

Human beings feel an obligation to have a definate opinion on issues they can never truly know. They need to learn to be satisfied with "I don't know".

Oh, people get used to so many things," said Vadesh, "if only they give them selves a chance.

For all our failings. Despite our limitations fallibilities. We humans are capable of greatness.

Isn't it strange how people are selective about the truth the want to see or hear?

It is the darkness that makes the light visible, and not the other way around.

You put on a bishop's robe and miter, he pondered, and walk around in that, and people bow and genuflect and like that, and try to kiss your ring, if not your ass, and pretty soon you're a bishop. So to speak. What is identity? he asked himself. Where does the act end? Nobody knows.

How much of my body is really me? My face is me, for sure. Anyone who looked at my face would know it was me. (...) But after that? If I showed myself a picture of myself from the shoulders down, would I be sure it was me? (...) I close my eyes and ask myself what my feet look like. I only kind of know. (...)I let it define me, but I can't even define it.

Best *sometimes it is best not to speakbut just gaze silentlyinto the infinity of your own soul_____________________________rassool jibraeel snyman (c) 2015"The Poetic Assassin

Righteous indignation are the very clothes that liars wear

Lies are the first step to the violent protection of them