[R]eality and real people are too subtle and complicated for anybody’s typewriter, even Tolstoy’s, even yours, even mine.
I stare out at the real world projected on the windows
This is the real world, and only a believer walking in fellowship with His Creator and Redeemer can understand it. Everyone else is the world is experiencing a ‘break with reality’.
Real life isn’t purely filled with roses and rainbows.
The fact regularly faced in telling people first the odd truths is that some don’t openly reflect, but most outrightly reject; and when it turns out to be correct publicly, they accept only to give often its credit to a person who desires but doesn’t deserve respect.
It is such a terrifying thing to see a man cry.
Just because you took longer than others, doesn’t mean you failed.
Even if a person unravels everything before everyone to say the real facts: ‘This is This’ & ‘That is That’, the probability is very high is that the majority of people may say ‘This is That’ & ‘That is This’.
At each moment, our seemingly objective world emerges from the dancing of consciousness with a single untruth: that there is something out there which is not us.
Do I believe a thing has limits!? Of course! Nothing exists that doesn’t have limits. Existence means there’s always something else, and so everything has limits. Why is it so hard to conceive that a thing is a thing, and that it isn’t always being some other thing that’s beyond it?