I used to get up in the morning and walk out and get the paper. A tradition which allows a team of people under the guidance of a corporation to start my day in big bold letters with intent of an emotional response to their leading, salacious, shocking headline. If it were only proving the news that would be one thing. But if it bleeds it leads is a standard...get them to read our paper (our ads for prophet and our dogma, get them to believe as us) is the end goal...but it starts by creating the daily habit of watching this news channel, this place on the radio dial (remember dials) or this newspaper or magazine.
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And while all you posters are no different (each and every one of us wanting our belief to be validated, our thoughts to be listened to, our words to be honored) we are not a cohesive team...some of us may regurgitate in the manner of the team (religion) we play on. But starting my day here is different...
BLISS....experienced before I even get out of bed! As I read from our little band of cohorts sharing their thoughts you cause my wheels to turn, activate memories of different things I have read, experiences I have had and inspire me to share (in truth about 75% of my edited responses font make it passed my various filters and end up not posted as I realize they are two over the top or pointed for amicable I/O discussion.
So bliss...BLISS...before I got out of bed...a wave of happiness, joyfulness, gratefulness flowed over me. I am so blessed to have this group as one of my tools for joy (and warding off dementia). You make me think, look up things, contemplate...and most of all ....wonder.
Now I have a third boob (between and lower than my nipples) which has been growing (a hernia of fluid from my chest cavity which squeezed out through an opening in my sternum as a result of open heart) my condition is such that unless it becomes a medical issue...it aint worth putting me under to fix. (Too many other problems to endanger to warrant minor surgery) I sorta love it, I may be delirious but my aneurysm is at 4.9 now and they dont operate till 5! Lol...
So maybe it is some endorphins, or dopamine, or delirium...but I prefer to see that I get more enjoyment out of the cogitation, contemplation, and circumambulation than whatever exists in this world or on this site that agitates me.
You are part and parcel for my bliss, causing me to rise above this world's issues...
Thank you all.
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And while all you posters are no different (each and every one of us wanting our belief to be validated, our thoughts to be listened to, our words to be honored) we are not a cohesive team...some of us may regurgitate in the manner of the team (religion) we play on. But starting my day here is different...
BLISS....experienced before I even get out of bed! As I read from our little band of cohorts sharing their thoughts you cause my wheels to turn, activate memories of different things I have read, experiences I have had and inspire me to share (in truth about 75% of my edited responses font make it passed my various filters and end up not posted as I realize they are two over the top or pointed for amicable I/O discussion.
So bliss...BLISS...before I got out of bed...a wave of happiness, joyfulness, gratefulness flowed over me. I am so blessed to have this group as one of my tools for joy (and warding off dementia). You make me think, look up things, contemplate...and most of all ....wonder.
Now I have a third boob (between and lower than my nipples) which has been growing (a hernia of fluid from my chest cavity which squeezed out through an opening in my sternum as a result of open heart) my condition is such that unless it becomes a medical issue...it aint worth putting me under to fix. (Too many other problems to endanger to warrant minor surgery) I sorta love it, I may be delirious but my aneurysm is at 4.9 now and they dont operate till 5! Lol...
So maybe it is some endorphins, or dopamine, or delirium...but I prefer to see that I get more enjoyment out of the cogitation, contemplation, and circumambulation than whatever exists in this world or on this site that agitates me.
You are part and parcel for my bliss, causing me to rise above this world's issues...
Thank you all.