हाउ तो लाइव your life

I have a poster of the dissertra on the wall next to my bed, I want to try to read it almost everynight and learn it by heart, It may be slightly religious (when Im not religious at all), but I still think its something we should all live by.

Go calmly among the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons.~

Speak your truth quietly and clearly, and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are troubling to the spirit.~

If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.~

~Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in you own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.~

~Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery.But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everwhere life is full of heroism.~

~Especially, do not feign affection.Neither be distrustful about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.~

~Take kindly the counsel of the years gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.But do not distress yourself with imaginings.

Many fears are born of fitigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.~

~You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and stars; you have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.~

~Therefor be at peace wih God,whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in this noisy confusion of life, keep peace with your soul.~

~With all it's shame, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.

Be careful and strive to be happy

Reality theories. Ignorance is bliss!

I like the theory that you could be a mad man, floating through space, and the world you know, is all in your head. (Although I have no Idea whoes theory that is- my Dad says it alot).

And the Brain in a vat theory by Hilary Putnam, where again, for all you know, your brain could actually be in a vat of nutrients beign kept alive, and the nereve endings are connected to a scientific computer that sends you electrive impluses to make you think that everything is normal, and you are living in the "real" everyday world that you know of. When infact you are just a brain, with your reality compleatly, artificially simulated.

A newborn child does not learn object permanance untill it is 9 months, meaning it does not recgnise that its mother still exists when she is out of sight. But then again, maybe she dosnt. For all you know just like a computer game, once youve walked on from your house, it dissappears.

How do you know it truly still exists, for all you know, it may only "re-exist" once you have walked back to it. You could of course use a webcam to film your hosue so you know its still there, but how do you know for certain the images on the webcam are correct and real?

And whilse im here, platos cave theory talks about people being shackled to a cave, and only seeing shadows and voices. That is the only word they know of, to them that is their world and their life and that is all there is

Like this is the only word we know of, when there could be so, much more. As an example, Russel's hypothesis is that there is an inperceptiblly small, immaterial, or spriritual teapot orbiting the moon. For all we know, this could be true.

Theories like that, make you question everything, even your own existance really.

And all cant really be proven or disproven. How do you know other people exist, or even if they seen the word how you see it? Unless you become another person, how can you be sure they're not a figmant of your imagination, a character created by you, the authour of your own reality.

- Maybe compared to everyone else, your eyes see the word in techni-coulor and in high contrast, you think everyone can see coulors the same as you do, you dont question its abnormal, and as you cannot see from anyone elses eyes, how can you prove me wrong?

So my theory is that we should therefore just enjoy our precieved realities however distorted and false they may actually be :D

Enjoy your dillusions everyone. Ignorance is bliss!

Home

I'll be the wooden beams
that bend and arch
under rooftops.
And hold the red, raw bricks
up to the sky
for you.

Rough and dense, thick concrete and steel foundations
based on rich soil
that hold the earth.
A shell fufilled with blessing.

Open windows
can show us our world
and we can gaze
at the moon
from the solid garden gate.

We walk through air
and tread on carpets
passing photographs on strong walls,
that tell a story
of where we are
and how we got here.

Nothing else is home.

Copyright ©2009 Molly Smith

- if ya dont get it, its symbolism yall

Hollow mother

-To smother seeds that were gracefully shooting. And roots that only searched for the ground.

I dream of the cry
that was ment to follow
your, first breath.
New life cradeld in burly hands.

To smell fresh skin.
Alive, untouched
talcum powder- white
delicately reaching, to become, and grow.

To stroke pure cheeks
and watch young eyes first open
-seeing
-and breathing
- and living.
with hands so small they're surreal.

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But ,awaken
cold and still.
Green, red, rot
then black.

Silent blood and bitten- bruises
an empty womb
- love tomb
impacted by fists.

A hollow mother
and you, A THIEF.
That spilt life
onto the tiles
of a dead bathroom floor.
end.

Copyright ©2009 Molly Smith

love thyself.

The time will come
when faulty lenses break
delusions clense
and the foggy green mask
peels off it's distortions.

You welcome your reflection again.
a prodical, naked, stranger
the lover you once knew
by heart.

With open arms
you embrace yourself
and nourish the hunger
you never fufilled before.

Discarded diet pills
and a feast,
on yourself.
The pod cracks
and splits.

Breaking out,
open.
Skin is stroked
with loving fingertips.
to look without fear
at the body that is yours.

Standing
and enjoying the view
when straight lips
relearn a smile.

Copyright ©2009 Molly Smith