Mortal Remorse
Remorse is a notion completely unknown to the Taoists. Remorse poisons.
Remorse is a notion completely unknown to the Taoists. Remorse poisons.
He is the God of the Gods for Gauls and Celts, equivalent of Zeus or Yahveh
They were gigantic. They could fly without wings. They desired our females.
Our senses don’t fool us, but our brain and its damn programs.
Living one’s death, why not? But first how to do? Silence. And what is the purpose? Mystery.
Yoga means path, its root is yoke, which constrains, enslaves. This yoga doesn’t.
Mathematicians are ecstatic about math. Others don’t understand their enthusiasm.
Live your dreams, join the pack of Flying Wolves and find the other half of your life
Pater Noster should have stayed in Latin. Nobody understood.
Whoever leaves has something in their eyes that alerts me: a dead man on probation.
Their perfect light illuminated the darkness. This glow made them irresistible.
Imagine a mould to make humans. We know the shape of this mould.