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Thursday, November 29, 2012

The Mindless

My reason leaps out of my head in pursuit of its existence.  It stops to smell the flowers, splash in the puddles, and dance in the rain.  How else will it know what delights itself?  Books are for the mindful full of themselves.  They will teach you nothing of existence.  The mindless know the secrets of existence and they will act like fools in the pursuit of it.