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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    Love is something we should squander, rather than deny.

    Every life is precious, every soul, divine.

    Thoughts, poorly cast into words… or perhaps thoughts, that simply cannot be captured in word.

    slim chanced fate is better than no chance of fate at all

    If freedom of speech comes at a cost, then how is it free?

    The inescapable problem with organized religion is this, The priesthood is ordained by men, not by the divine.

    When does random chance become fate? When we so very badly want to make it so, or when it really, already was…

    Though the world turns a blind eye and a deaf ear, the universe hears and sees all… I hope.

    Though it is too seldom found, Truth is worth seeking.

    I once said that the truth is never ugly, it is the deeds that it reveals which are.

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    The Fortress of a Father's Arms. https://cgayling.com/malmaxa/2013/12/the-fortress-of-a-fathers-arms/ …

    Contradiction: the start of discourse.

    Originality is like true art, our first encounter startles, our second enlightens, our third from the same artist… then we recognize it.

    My soul yearns for you, and you are here. My heart is drawn to you, and you are here. My mind flies to you, and you meet it in an embrace.

    Without heart, nothing else really matters.

    Though no one owns a word, sometimes words honor their utterer with their order.

    That you brother loves you only lets him see you as you really are. He sees past the ill image you have of yourself.

    The demons within, are far more terrible than the demons without.

    Search your own soul, for your own souls sake, not for the sake of others…

    When the price of pleasure, is set in units of pain, should we not disdain…

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    Everything in its season, a season for everything, how about a season for change…

    With the patience only it can know, Eternity awaits us one, and all.

    Always contradictions, always, for without contraction how will we ever see, that there are other sides, than we.

    Why so people seem to disapprove of Public Displays of Happiness?

    I wonder if I’ll dream tonight, in a way I hope I do, in another not.

    Soul, the body’s piece, of divinity.

    The greatest gift anyone can grant, or receive, is time.

    When we are reduced to counting the minutes, with dread.

    How could I love my son the same as I love my daughters, how could I love four unique individual souls… the same?

    This doesn’t mean I love any of them less, yet it does mean I love each of them more.

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    imagine a kiss that never ends, and when it does, a hug, and when that’s done, making love forever, then starting all over again… eternity

    Infinity is its own square root, and it’s own power too.

    Indeed, as is love, infinity is boundless.

    I am more into understanding, than I am into proving.

    My son described the the educational system of today rather succinctly, “They teach to memorize, not to understand..

    Infinity is a number without end, something that has no end, also has no beginning, and is constant anywhere it is.

    If a leading zero does not follow a point then it serves no point.

    Where yes grants, no denies.

    I am quite proud of “the boy”, also of all my girls.

    Were this another life, yet we were still we, would we have a single chance, at we?

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    If you would, then treat yourself with a less harsh hand. The way you see yourself, is not the way your friends see you.

    Why bother… the song of dying democracy.

    In whose hands does forgiveness lie? Not the grasping hands of the proxy of divinity, for divinity needs no proxy, and thus, has none.

    We are hedonists, one and all, some of the flesh, some of the soul, even the heart its love, doth wish to impart, and of another, imbibe.

    If only mirrors reflected our souls, instead of our skin.

    Evil is learned, not inherited.

    To judge another for their sin, proves more difficult when we find the same, ourselves within.

    The deeper into our dreams we search, the deeper the meaning we uncover, but is this meaning really real, or merely what we really want?

    I often dream in black and white, I seldom dream in true, but the only thing that you should know, I would that all my dreams, be you.

    To define success as the money one makes, yet know camels pass through a needle’s eye easier than rich men gain entry to heaven.

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    Apparent errors, to distract the eye, yet therein do the meanings lie. http://twitter.com/CGAyling/status/410643615333875712

    The painful truth of today, followed by our memory of a beautiful past.

    When your heart would sing, yet your mind demands silence, this is when you should sing.

    Tread light lest the marks we leave injure the earth, yet also hold hope the footprints we leave in other hearts, are deep.

    Don’t be sorry, be you.

    Religion has no place in government, and government has no place in religion. Such a simple, worthwhile premise.

    As one should not drag another to faith and throw him in, the other should not strip the faith from him. {My way is only one, of many.}

    Every woman I’ve ever met is beautiful, I wish I could say the same of men. #goodnight

    A price of free speech is in overhearing bigots. What consenting adults do in the privacy of their own homes is no one else’s business.

    Souls don’t feel pain, souls don’t bleed, souls don’t even breathe, but for all of this, souls, have needs.

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    The plight of souls in parallel, is that while they never drift apart, they can never come together.

    Divinity suffers no proxy.

    Essays in a teacup of one hundred and forty leaves.

    I really try to be unbiased in everything. I think there are too few people who are, are you?

    The worst thing you can do for a friend, is let them go.

    I don’t believe in disposable people.

    Life’s happiest moments bear no price.

    Unbiased, we can but try, but can we succeed, that is the question, indeed. Bias is natural, suppressing it is hard.

    Friends care, in the present tense.

    Absence makes our memories seem stronger, would that it made our dreams longer.

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    Greed is the downfall of humanity. Whether it be for power, for food, for glory, or gold, it is still greed.

    There is nothing illegitimate about love, though love might cross boundaries, it might make others ill at ease, yet love, it is, no less.

    In eternity, we touch.

    Friendship is not subject to time’s passage.

    Is life worth the paperwork?

    “Where lies Eternity?” my Tribute to Nelson Mandela. http://bit.ly/CGApWLE

    So much effort expended to ensure that those who have, retain, and those who don’t, can’t gain.

    Our heart is not a tap, we can turn off at will.

    Those who simply don’t care, they’ll never know how much they’ve missed.

    And on the USA healthcare front… Our insurance premiums went up 10%, and the benefits we never get remained the same.

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    Sing their songs, view their art, and let their words, touch your heart.

    Were I to lose you in the flesh, or even in the spirit, know that the space you’ve taken in my heart, yours forever will remain.

    Though the ones we love may leave, their memories never do.

    Words are the root of all deeds, and thoughts are the root of all words.

    No fiction ever written is not a fantasy, but it seems to me that fantasy is a literary whipping boy.

    To repent an evil deed, does not the deed undo, for repentance to be true, to those you’ve wronged, you must give the best part, of you.

    You think the universe doesn’t care, yet evidence shows it does, for what we perceive as atomic balance, is its manifest form, of love.

    Embrace unity, disdain division.

    Are the mind and soul the same, the mind lies in the brain, the soul within the heart, though each is unique, they can’t be torn apart.

    I’ve discerned the alchemical formula for you, it is, “Infinity times too”.

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    More than deed, I am a man of my words, if I am ever known, I would it were for them.

    Words, I’ll take mine written not spoken.

    What is committed to the mind, is subject to to be refined, for memories change with each recollection.

    Do not buy into someone else’s twisted view of you. You are worth “it”, and then some.

    Do not judge us by the company we keep, for the company we keep, keeps judging us.

    The only things we ever truly create, are our children, so how can we not treasure them?

    The fruit of our loins, the seeds, of new souls.

    Strive to be yourself, more than you strive to be unique.

    The bond that binds, is the emptiness between, it can’t be touched, or seen, yet for all these things, the bond, is real.

    Nothing is never as simple as it seems, indeed nothing is a fabrication, there is always something, and nothing isn’t part of anything.