From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V4 #50 Reply-To: eda-thoughts@smoe.org Sender: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk eda-thoughts-digest Wednesday, April 4 2001 Volume 04 : Number 050 * If you ever wish to unsubscribe, send an email to * eda-thoughts-digest-request@smoe.org with ONLY * the word unsubscribe in the body of the email * . * PLEASE :) when you reply to this digest to send a post TO the list, * change the subject to reflect what your post is about. A subject * of Re: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: Fw: life ["Brown" ] ET: ego ["Brown" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Tue, 3 Apr 2001 04:43:51 -0500 From: "Brown" Subject: ET: Fw: life Here it is with white font for the hard of seeing... sorry. - ----- Original Message ----- From: Brown To: Sent: Monday, April 02, 2001 5:03 AM Subject: life the happy people tryin' to controll the dead takin' away our life... free my sustenence and let me die. It's a lost cause it's a love cause in vein to keep alive the already done with life is ok to be alone and lost in times of need all times are times of need why do people feel the need to save those who wish to save themselves as only they know how to deal with the despondant reality of life what are the losses of a lost dream welcomed in futility a love for us all. I cry for the blind obsessions of the needs of all to fix everyone else who isn't broken as broken as can be... ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 3 Apr 2001 05:49:19 -0500 From: "Brown" Subject: ET: ego Upon tearing down the veil of ego one may slide into lethargy... it is a very fine line to hang from with gravity pulls from both ego and self hatred or disguist. When nothing is any longer right or wrong, less or more important there ceases to be any sides to lean on or hold up your umbrella... Nothing to grasp or hold on to. With no directions for me to head where do I go? I go all directions one direction mental expansion in blank space of chaos threads and mother nature smiles her everywhere grin and all is o.k. when you die... and all is o.k. when you cry. All is o.k. when they mean something to you. All is being so happy you cry as you grin with sadness... as you wither in sadness as life withers with age. Futility is the release of all attachment struggles as you dream in self destruction... embarrased to be at all. Aldenrain ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V4 #50 *********************************