The most serious vice innate in most men’s souls is one for which everybody forgives himself and so never tries to find a way of escaping.

You can get some idea of this vice from the saying that a man is in the nature of the case ‘his own best friend,’ and that it is perfectly proper for him to have to play this role.

It is truer to say that the cause of each and every crime we commit is precisely this excessive love of ourselves, a love which blinds us to the faults of the beloved and makes us bad judges of goodness and beauty and justice, because we believe we should honour our own ego rather than the truth. Anyone with aspirations to greatness must admire not himself and his own possessions, but acts of justice, not only when they are his own, but especially when they happen to be done by someone else. It’s because of this same vice of selfishness that stupid people are always convinced of their own shrewdness, which is why we think we know everything when we are almost totally ignorant, so that thanks to not leaving to others what we don’t know how to handle, we inevitably come to grief when we try to tackle it ourselves.

For these reasons, then, every man must steer clear of extreme love of himself, and be loyal to his superior instead; and he mustn’t be put off by shame at the thought of abandoning that ‘best friend.’

Plato on Narcissim


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MAH JIN TAH About 8,000,000 results (0.52 seconds)  T ONE

(C B#)






In the Darkness taking flight
like a moth to a Flame
in Lure of The Source
filling its field of Vision
into a hypnotic Dance
of Death and Self destruction
to transformation
in Resurrection
from its Consumption
by the blinding Illumination
peer closely. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . …can you see me?
while others semblance of its kind
remain clinging
to sheltered facadessleeping in The Darkness.


The Beginning

“ Enter through the narrow gate.  For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it.  But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.” (MATH7:13) YESHUA



Y H Sh W H = 47 = IOI

What I Learned from the Little Prince

“All grown-ups were once children… but only few of them remember it. [“Love is really as simple as that.”]”

Lazy and the Overthinker

Once I was done reading the book, I was left with a bittersweet feeling. It was beautiful, so beautiful that it made me wish I’d written it. They say our thoughts tend to sound better in books we didn’t write and songs we didn’t sing. Even then, sometimes there is no song, no work of art, and no piece of literature that can really explain how we feel. And there’s a mysterious comfort in knowing that nobody really knows.

Well, The Little Prince shook my walls a bit. He knew.

Grown-ups love figures… When you tell them you’ve made a new friend they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you “What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies?”
Instead they demand “How old is he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make?”

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Multiscensory Expansion

wafting within
the deep cleansing inhalation
and even deeper
lies the intoxicating scent
of heavy swaying garlands of Wisteria…
the foundational vines have matured
in their strength,
and now can carry the weight
of their cascading blossoms
of amethyst jewels….

© E.AYA 2004