Conceit ⭐

Don’t expect me to be real if you cant handle My truth.

It is conceit that kills us and makes us cowards instead of gods.

Under the great Command:

Know thy self, and that thou art mortal! we have become fatally self-conscious, fatally self-important, fatally entangled in the Laocoцn coils of our conceit.

Now we have to admit we can’t know ourselves, we can only know about ourselves.

And I am not interested to know about myself any more,

I only entangle myself in the knowing.

Now let me be myself, now let me be myself, and flicker forth, now let me be myself, in the being, one of the gods. ~



Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)