C.G.Ayling

Category: Random Musings

Random thoughts, from a random mind – mine. I’m fairly confident my viewpoint differs from that of the majority.

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    Thoughts: Such troubling little things.

    One of the things I’ve learnt, it is that people usually have reasons for their actions, and they’re usually reasonable.

    Changing who you are to please another seldom leads to pleasure.

    The obvious is seldom as simple as it seems.

    What freedom is to me, differs to what it appears to be, for you, yet each of us speaks true.

    Freedom: Something we’d know if we had it, or would we?

    Agreement is not everything. #iam

    The material world belongs to the minority, the majority seem to neither know, nor care. Yet another minority, is aware.

    http://twitter.com/CGAyling/status/392282190832095232

    I believe we attain spiritual freedom when we cast off the shackles of dogma.

    Dogma, dogma, everywhere, but not a drop I’ll drink.

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    The illusion of freedom is just that, an illusion.

    We think to measure the passage of time, when what we should do is measure our passage through time – we pass, time does not.

    Kind words are the paving stones on joy’s path, a few go a long way.

    Tomorrow: A carrot on a stick, an empty little trick, a hollow pledge a lottery, none of us will ever win.

    The tragedy of war, is innocents, injured, the misled, unto battle fed, loud politician’s glee, war, it is the true tragedy.

    The past: A place of joy, and regret, of remember, and forget, a place to visit often, yet to which we never can return.

    My Godfather once told me the only true sign of a happy life would be to relive our own, without a single change. I wouldn’t

    Don’t twist your art, to suit your audience.

    Should we punish our animals, for being animals, should we punish ourselves, for the same.

    In matters of your art, listen to nothing but your heart.

    Is a manual RT the "proper" way to retweet, or a use tax on your generosity? https://cgayling.com/malmaxa/2013/10/generositys-tax/ …

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    To be able to forgive, we must be able to forget, and that is where the problem begins.

    If we need to remember we have forgiven, then we haven’t forgiven at all.

    What’s freedom to me now, I don’t believe I know. Have I ever tasted freedom, in my dreams, as a child, stolen youth, spent.

    The path to the future, is illuminated by the past.

    To be able to forgive, we must know forgiveness is needed, yet to know, we must remember, while to forgive, we must forget.

    Is life where we are in time, or is where we are in time, life.

    Moments in the past led us to this present, and this present, is our life.

    The mind is as a sponge, twist it hard, and fresh thought will flow free.

    To the present we are bound, to memories past, we’re drawn, our hope of a future bright, unborn.

    In our mind we’re never alone, yet in out heart, we often are.

    …demonizing the opposition has a long heritage of success. Assuming you define division and conflict as “success”.

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    Silence is not consent, it is stupidity.

    If not to the soul, where leads the window of the eye.

    To appear wise, close your mouth and lower your eyes.

    The only person you need to get over is you.

    If you believe this kind of harassment and blatant intimidation is justifiable, THEN YOU ARE THE REAL PROBLEM! http://www.rawstory.com/rs/2013/10/12/philly-cops-recorded-in-racially-abusive-stop-and-frisk-all-you-do-is-weaken-the-f-ing-country/ …

    A soul can’t survive in the shallow, in depth is where they dwell.

    Never stop dreaming, for within our dreams even the broken winged fly.

    Let us not pay lip-service to liberty.

    What my car says about me… Nothing. For one, car’s don’t talk, and if it did, it’d be talking to my daughter, not me.

    I’m on the road again, I can’t hope to see my friends, till I’m back home again.

    The best person you can be, is you so to yourself stay true.

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    Why, is it easy to be kind, yet so difficult to accept?

    Hope: No one one can take it away, only we can let it go.

    I used to take pride in doing my job, now… I just do my job. I figure why bust a gut for a corporation that doesn’t care?

    I think that until workers regain a sense of dignity, they have little use for pride. No pride means poor quality.

    I thought way, until I realized there is no longer a company-ethic to match my work-ethic.

    How can you be proud of your work when your work isn’t proud of you?

    Twitter: An emotional roller-coaster of inspiration that never stops, and seldom slows.

    Days spent beneath a dim sun.

    How do you unsoil a soiled soul?

    Why people love to apply labels to others when they don’t like labels applied to themselves. #that

    I don’t believe in god, but I do believe in soul. There is more than molecules, but it’s up to each of us to seek.

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    While rules may be made to be broken, principles are not.

    Listening: an art we’ve lost.

    To have an official secrets act is a terrible indictment against any government. They demand transparency, yet remain opaque.

    “Do as we say, but not as we do”, that is a standard you can’t hold me to.

    When I see shit happening, I talk about it. eg. http://bit.ly/CGApHES I normally hear a stony silence for my efforts.

    It isn’t really about a knife at your throat, it’s about people being so politically cowed they believe there is.

    One of the reasons I embrace Twitter, is that in its virtual world everyone should dare to be free. They don’t…

    If you’re a coward in a virtual world, what are you in life?

    Fear, the world we live in, Justice, the one we’ve lost. Hope, held in our heart, that our past we will regain.

    When government begins to believe its purpose is controlling its citizens, instead of serving them. #that

    Why, is dignity such a fragile thing, that others choose to break?

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    Expectations: The path to disappointment, whether we attain them, or not.

    The problem with enough, is how it never is.

    Looking at #fracking, this is what I see. A pneumatic powered, mechanical penis raping the earth. So, no, I won’t watch in silence.

    When wealth is our only goal, we feed the flesh, and starve the soul.

    Those who silence the soul are doomed to never hear it speak.

    In the most terrible things, do other wonders dwell.

    Instead of an #FF let me share with you, something my daughter shared with me. http://bit.ly/CGApMoF

    Where does beauty reside, upon the flesh, or far deeper inside.

    What need we in the flesh to fly, when in our dreams we do, and far higher than this sky.

    Are the scales within, as immeasurable as the scales without? http://bit.ly/CGApWiS

    The problem with quality is its lack.

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    From one end are two new beginnings born.

    Do troubled minds, see troubling thoughts? Everywhere I look, I’m seeing signs. We’re all in this, together. http://bit.ly/CGApWiS

    Reiterate: as an author, something I really hate.

    May our tomorrows hold less pain than our yesterdays.

    My nights seem so much better than my days, so, since your night has just begun I’ll pretend I’m you, and at day’s end return, to being me.

    Music: It sets the mind to free…

    Is the truth dwelling in the depths deeper than that which basks in bright light? http://bit.ly/CGAmb1s

    Poetry, is pleasure, and pain, anguish, and disdain, ugly, in wrappings divine, beauty, in sackcloth sublime, Poetry, is anything, and all.

    Motivations of the mind, truths others seldom see, that’s the person I try to be.

    We’ve always got to do what we’ve got to do, but sometimes it would nice to not.

    When our obligations end, then, yes, then.

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    Truth is valuable, let it never become a commodity.

    The tribulations of life are as naught, when weighed against the value of the tribe we term, family.

    A thought a day keeps the mind in play.

    Is a sage dressed in colors bright as sage one in simple white?

    Virtue can be found in unexpected things, even laziness.

    The most beautiful thing about the eyes is how they never lie, sadly that aspect can be the most terrible, too.

    Is a tale told in rhyme somehow less than a tale told, in prose. http://bit.ly/CGAmb1s

    Truth will never be a popular currency, for where a coin has only two sides truth has many.

    Since we only get what we pay for, where can I find the ticket-box for truth?

    Why, oh why, are words the hardest things to find, until you seek them not?

    Disparate conversations, bound into one, bound into us all.

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    Some dreams are meant to be shared, others… not so much.

    How can we forgive ourselves for the things we never did, for the words we never said, and worse still, for the thoughts we never shared.

    Was I to have a single thought for you, it would be love. Love, unconditional and kind, love, pure and true. Love , it’s what I offer to you

    So… would you rather live in a bad place, with good people, or in a good place, with bad people?

    Does the way we lean depend upon the direction of prevailing thought?

    When I understand how a deity would need to tax its creations, then might I understand religion.

    In our dreams. In reality,I fear we’ll never be, but with diligence our children might regain the freedom we squandered.

    Although I like your poem I feel the sentiment is flawed, no-one I know is given anything, every penny they have, they earn.

    A penny held has no value, how sad it is that a penny spent has little more.

    Today I earn far more than I ever did before, yet to spend… I have far less. ~ Though I squander not a dime, my debt does not decline.

    Why do I love Twitter so? Because this is the only place I never need to lie.