Paper Tigers A little Book of Aphorisms

Sometimes I see the sage in everyone I meet.

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Sometimes I see only fly paper

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Outside of this moment lies a vast virtual wolrd
built by thought. Most of our transactions are carried out there
Most of our conflicts and confusions take place in this imaginary arena.

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I see you suffer and it beats its drum in me.
I see you reach for love and it rings my front door bell

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Not for the greater good of the world
Not for the good of myself
just for good.
Not for the love of the world,
Not for the love of myself
Just for Love.