Imagine your life’s mission and consequent events as pieces of your life’s puzzle As the assembler of your own puzzle you will immediately recognize this long term game doesn’t come with a specific set of instructions...

Is Satan real, is it he who we should blame for the atrocities we commit against one another This question has been pondered for many a decade...

Everywhere we go, one of the common things that we see are trees They come in various types and in different sizes...

25 If a person seen the image in the distance but recognises it as an image which is due to the water...

The Aggregates as Oneself and the Aggregates Correctly Understood Concerning the truth of suffering it arises and ceases within the Aggregates which are on their own Do not becom involved with them; beware of the cause of suffering, for it will in due course give rise to suffering; therefore leave them alone...

More often than not the reality that we are living in is not really the optimal ones that we are looking for...

Identifying, classifying, and naming things gives humanity a means to compartmentalize and deal with an anxiety riddled existence...

The new year is almost here and you may be making a few antiaging resolutions to improve your health or appearance...

The next question for consideration is what we mean by law being universal Our universe is that portion of existence which is characterised by what the Sanskrit psychologists call Desha- kala- nimitta, or what is known to European psychology as space, time, and causation...

I find myself continuing to be drawn back into thoughts about the meaning of life Now this is not an article trying to presuppose the meaning of existence of humanity...

Have Laptop Will Travel With a home-based business and a map The world is an enormous place; a playground on an epic scale filled with exotic cultures, creatures, and serene landscapes...

Am again singing the lover's serenade and mesmerized by the conventional moon's shade My two eyes explicit its seasonal lusterBut I'm not a bit in love, not now, maybe never Coz I have reached the zenith of ecstacy and have stumbled down deppression's deep sea And so the very fibres of my heart and soul was scarred I was devoid of freedom; a being with a bounded heart I never did hold my hands up high nor, amidst the excruciating pain, did I cry for I believed in the existence of Pandora's last creature Though it stole my sharp sight; my ticket to ridicule I was as vulnerable as I always am But he held true to his promise as a man So when I finally lost the one my heart longed for Half of me walked with him, out the door I have been trapped in the gallows of fear As he unconsciously ran beneath my tears I started to question the existence of our abyss...