True Sentiment: A Fear of the Human Face

Written by: Travis Goure

For a long time I’ve been deeply frustrated by my inability to express the form of my fear. So now, as it presently occurs to me, I’m surprised to see some of its manifestations, the first and most monstrous of which is my fear of the human face. It is a fear of their expressions, of what I think they’ll say, against what they truly do. It is like when I’ve been in a grocery store, and said something to a clerk which returned a peculiar look, one which reads, to me, that what I said was inappropriate, or obtuse, or taken the wrong way. In those instances I have often spent a week or more replaying that scenario in my mind until I find some strange way of bridging its cold disharmony.

It is nearly impossible for me to hold a conversation without my heart rattling, my legs swaying, and why? Continue reading “True Sentiment: A Fear of the Human Face”

Does Happiness Require Selfishness?

Written By: Adam Abramowitz

I’m beginning to think that I have developed an understanding of God that fits my own idea of what has meaning, what has purpose. I’m fearful that my own philosophy of universal attraction (by way of thought) has enabled me to be ruthlessly selfish in my own attitude and behaviors. My prayers and meditations have begun to revolve around me… Continue reading “Does Happiness Require Selfishness?”

Our Lips: The Gates of Truth

Written by: MJ FA

Your lips are gates, gates of truth, gates of kindness, gates of knowledge. If your words are not honest, then they shouldn’t pass the gates of truth. If your words are not uplifting or gentle, then they should not pass the gates of kindness. When your words are not helpful information backed by theoretical understanding, then they should not leave the gates of knowledge.

Wouldn’t the vibe in the air we share be so much sweeter if we could compromise on this advice? Continue reading “Our Lips: The Gates of Truth”

Destruction & Discovery

Author: -Paige-

The first time I ever felt a presence of something greater than I could fathom within me, something that I could not understand, had not pursued, nor had I taken more than statistical analyst of its truth, was my freshman year of high school… Continue reading “Destruction & Discovery”