Lifestyle for health and happiness

Lifestyle for health, happiness, and freedom

A song about what most songs are about

Lufka Wilyan Ram – Son, 23 Danyal Ram – Father, 61 Jesp Ram – Mother, 43 Cēn Ram – Daughter, 16 Sīsa Ram – Absent daughter, 27 Ven – Maid, 24 4 further female servants Kat – Wil's Carer, 28 Abwe –

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In our time the prospect of a ‘Jewish Question’ seems beyond the pall, confined to history as something quaint and monstrous, but I find that strange considering it is only in our time that a Jewish state

The sun rises in the morning and falls every night what it'll be and do each day it already has in mind because if it wasn't obvious the sun isn't inclined to change for you. The sun gives with one hand

Paper, acrylic, ink, and pen on wood.

In the morning I always thought the sun opening was like my eyes opening and the teachers told us that is precisely what it is like. Mammy said it was the eye of Natha looking on the world after being

I grew up playing video games. Reading and watching films and cartoons too, but video games were my real first love. Films passed time, but were too long and insufficiently engaging, I appreciated them

So much of life can't be communicated in words. In our rational, hard-empirical age we like to think that anything and everything is communicable, and as we come to understand the world (through

I don't know very much about computers. Now when I say that an awful lot of people who also don't know very much about computers will scoff at me, and a small number of people who do, in fact, know about

The firmament is great, the world lasting, but only these things to the subject. The existent being then should view All as art, disinterestedly. A part of, but separate, from the firmament, the world,

This friend of mine for whom I pine whose rope took him before his time, who could know when ne'er he'd show the despair within. This ashen face resides within a happier place this loveless life and poor

I am no fan of realism. For me, realism is most frequently a crutch people use to excuse being poor writers and boring human beings, reassuring themselves that life is empty and potential is limited because

The grace of the land embodies the eternal feminine. Though arbitrary, to be female is to give birth. The land creates, create the land, endlessly.

I read The Trial almost a decade ago, and at the time I found it disjointed and unfinished, but having now watched Orson Welles' adaptation (1962) I found how keenly some images had stuck with me. Kafka