It's fascinating how cultures vary. Dogs are pets in Western countries; dogs are food in China.
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To be truly free is to be a ghost in the machine of society, participating without being defined by the gears.
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True silence is the architect of character, for it is in the absence of external validation that we finally meet the person we are when no one is watching.
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Smile even though your heart is aching, life is for celebrating.
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The world is a vending machine; be careful what button you push.
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Warfare is the malignant use of directed energy. Inter-stellar warfare favors the defense, because an intrenched inhabitant has an enormous energy advantage over an approaching invader. So inter-stellar government will probably be federation or feudalism.
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"AI is here to stay. A cold machine with No heart. True writers have a heart to write with."
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"The day goes better watching pretty butterflies dancing across the pretty flowers."
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Not all true spiritual teachings may ever be exactly the same but they're revealed from One Source known by a different name.
(Simple Observation 408 - © 2025 George Krokos)
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The leaf lands on a lake, sure, up top it looks like the ripple was ephemeral. But beneath that water, it changed everything. Every fall has an impact on you, or those around you watching.
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Don’t be so busy searching for falling stars you let the moon slip away
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Do not get tired of searching. If there’s anything to get tired of, it should be the act of counting the number of times you have searched without finding. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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The tailor who has just had his cut fingers stitched by the surgeon has gone back to his workshop with the surgeon’s torn lab coat to stitch it. Is that strange? Oh, no! Both men are experts on stitching. Hey, Friends, don’t you see we need one another? Let us all come together to stitch up the many cuts on our today’s troubled world. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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She didn’t teach lessons. She let me discover them by watching her.
-about my mom
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Starting all over again with your ex-lover is like watching a new movie on an old black-and-white TV. ~ Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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The tailor who has just had his cut fingers stitched by the surgeon has gone back to his workshop with the surgeon’s torn lab coat to stitch it. Is that strange? Oh, no! Both men are experts on stitching. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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"Writers write from their heart with their imagination. A cold machine has No heart or imagination to write with."
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"AI will never go away, it is only getting bigger. AI is a cold machine with No heart to write with. Writers write from their heart."
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Teaching means guarding the flame of wonder in a child’s soul—gently, daily, faithfully.
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Teaching is sacred work—watering wonder, pruning fear, and tending the spirit’s silent blooming.
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Teaching is the gentle act of nurturing the light within each child.
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Teaching flourishes not by control, but by trusting the path each child must follow.
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Teaching is the art of caring for hearts and minds; helping them grow with patience not pressure.
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"Teaching isn't livelihood - it's the ascent to guruhood."
"Protest selflessly. Self-interested rebels become tomorrow's tyrants."
"Rotten seeds can't grow virtuous trees."
Life's an ocean - give fully, receive fully."
"No bloody revolution transforms society. Only revolution of consciousness does."
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True leadership is about inspiring others to rise, not by showing them how far ahead you are, but by teaching them how to walk beside you
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My work is like me and sunflowers, constantly under construction and reaching for light ~ TLayne
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in words we say happy but in poetry we say touching the clouds, feeling the wind and loving the sky.
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"Love isn’t some neat little garden all pruned and predictable. It’s wild maybe crazy, messy, untamed, stubborn. It takes root in the strangest of places. It weathers storms and keeps on stretching, even when the world says it shouldn’t. This—this is that kind of love. My kind of love," - Daniel Henry Rodgers
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This is Love in Death : To see the fetching Angel in the living room corner waiting…to give up breath, letting go of life, then to fly towards shining stars, causing rain to fall on faces of mourners…finally to walk steps in a sky, without feet.
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We all have our sad or regretful times, when there’s some soul searching to be done, thy will be done.
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