Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.
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Th’ writer..coffee.. an’ broken pencil
Writer..Coffee…broken pencil. Ashit looked around, he could see the coffee dispensing machine, the broken pencils in the recycle bin, the writer though was missing. Ashit knew this smell a familiar smell of moving on. The guest would move on, leaving stale memories of them behind. As a house keeper Ashit had seen many of them,…
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sh…the skeleton in my closet
The prompt of this weeks indiSpire is to write a poem in 2 mnts. Here is what came up to me, Hidden within the heights of equality Lies the essence of equanimity Like the roaring ocean I am Taking in and throwing out Sham I am now, I am not, I am duality, I am…
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Cupid and Psyche
A love story that inspired me There are love stories and love stories, with a hero, a heroine, sometimes, two heroes, and two heroines various permutations and combinations. These are accepted norms of love stories, but then there are love stories. The love story of the soul with life and its romance with romance. That…
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The Inheritance.
“Imagine getting an old, heavy book and a letter from your ancestors.” Bella was saying. Well, when I did it was not an old heavy musty book, but set beautiful lemurian crystals. They were sleek, shiny with as though with barcode within, this was the legacy of my clan, the snake people, I never really…
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