Some days I have such great plans. I wake up and tear into the day. Others days I wonder why I bother. Some days I just sit and stare at the ground. Occasionally I learn something important.
this is my favourite thing about paper, I am sure he means mountains too.
If you are a poet, you will see clearly that there is a cloud floating in this sheet of paper. Without a cloud, there will be no rain; without rain, the trees cannot grow; without trees, we cannot make paper. If we look into this sheet of paper even more deeply, we can see the sunshine in it. And if we continue to look, we can see the logger who cut the tree and brought it to the mill to be transformed into paper. And we see the wheat. We know that the logger cannot exist without his daily bread, and therefore the wheat that became his bread is also in this sheet of paper. And the logger’s father and mother are in it too. When we look in this way, we see that without all of these things, this sheet of paper cannot exist. (Heart 3-4)
Hey, you. Get out of my head
Congratulatons! You’re “normal”.
: )
Thomas
the inside of Silbs head is very interesting.
Derrick , what did you learn today thats important, I dont want to miss out see.
“Occasionally I learn something important.”
You’re lucky! I always wondered what the hell’s going on …
Hey Claire, I think this was the day I learned that not even mountains or printer paper last forever.
this is my favourite thing about paper, I am sure he means mountains too.
If you are a poet, you will see clearly that there is a cloud floating in this sheet of paper. Without a cloud, there will be no rain; without rain, the trees cannot grow; without trees, we cannot make paper. If we look into this sheet of paper even more deeply, we can see the sunshine in it. And if we continue to look, we can see the logger who cut the tree and brought it to the mill to be transformed into paper. And we see the wheat. We know that the logger cannot exist without his daily bread, and therefore the wheat that became his bread is also in this sheet of paper. And the logger’s father and mother are in it too. When we look in this way, we see that without all of these things, this sheet of paper cannot exist. (Heart 3-4)
Thich Nhat Hanh
nice.