This is my diary. I'm hoping it will help me live in a liberated way where I have nothing to hide. In some entries there are a lot of thoughts without much structure and in others it strongly constrains their construction. Regardless of form, composing my thoughts allows me to discover myself.
If you're reading this, you'll know much about me that I may never know how to tell you, so if any of the thoughts and feelings here awaken a discovery of your own, I hope you'll share it with me.
This is my admittedly snarky paraphrasing of Bastiat's rambling apology on Landed Property in his Economic Harmonies. I think by translating the verbiage into modern terms, which I couldn't help but do so with a pinch of sarcasm, it becomes clear he didn't prove much of anything at all. Instead, a reader feels underwhelmed by its points and overwhelmed by the verbosity of his rather banal parables. Even though he shows what actually causes land to increase in value when he describes the improvements of a city/town growing around land, he insists that all the gained value obtained by landlords by that mechanism is actually just the fruits of their past labors, ignoring his own supposition that value comes from the service provided, in the case of Land, by a better site to occupy, not labor.
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The economists of all sorts say that landlord's charge rent for value they did not create. Most say it is unjust, but some begrudgingly admit i…
May I mind the serenity of being.
Help me embrace the divinity of existence.
This thread of being weaves everything together with potential to create, change, and continue,
it's endless.I rejoice in awe.
May I more freely share it.
Help me to remember that wonder is just a word.
There is nothing I can write to describe the feeling,
its experience is beyond language.I convict myself with awareness.
May I have the strength to toe the line.
Help me to be humble but resolute.
That joy felt in honoring others brings honor to myself,
it's all an honor to you.I dissolve in your presence.
May I find my truest form within you.
Help me to accept my fears and my desires.
The unknown holds the greatest treasures,
it's waiting to be found.I empty myself.
May I be further filled.
Help me to grow as I overflow.
Thy will is more than I will ever know,
it's what it will be.
We think, first and foremost, and that's the start of it. When you think, it means you have things to think about, and there are as many bad things as there are good things, but the bad things are far more likely to concern us. Good things, well, those can really only experienced to make the good feelings follow. Thinking of good things without experiencing them is about as rich of an experience as day dreaming that we're rich. It makes for a nice dream, but coming back to reality makes such a dream more frustrating than it is pleasant. It reminds us that we are not rich once we're back to reality, so in dwelling in an unreal good, we're faced with a real lack of that good. But thinking of the bad, well, that makes us face just how close our reality is to that bad. To stick with the wealth analogy, when we consider being poor, rather than being faced with relief that we're not actually poor, it seems to make us face just how close to being poor we are at the moment. …