Never forget that fear and desire can lead you into life's biggest trap if you're not aware of them controlling your thinking. To spend your life living in fear, never exploring your dreams, is cruel. To work hard for money, thinking that it will buy you things that will make you happy is also cruel. To wake up in the middle of the night terrified about paying bills is a horrible way to live. To live a life dictated by the size of a paycheck is not really living a life. Thinking that a job makes you secure is lying to yourself. That's cruel, and that's the trap I want you to avoid. I've seen how money runs people's lives. Don't let that happen to you. Please don't let money run your life.
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Soon, whispered the Phoenix in her sleep. “Soon you will call on me for my power, and when the time comes, you will not be able to resist. Soon you will ignore the warnings of the Woman and the Gatekeeper and fall into my fiery embrace. I can make you great. I can make you a legend.”
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“Yes, my sweet villain, my darling god. I will be as sober as a stone carving, just as soon as I can.” And with that, he kisses me on the mouth.
“the human animal is a beast that dies and if he’s got money he buys and buys and buys and I think the reason he buys everything he can buy is that in the back of his mind he has the crazy hope that one of his purchases will be life everlasting.”
Tennessee Williams
Cat on a Hot Tin Roof
In the mythologies of the Near East, there is a lunar god that must have been imported to India from the west. The Babylonian civilization's northernmost outpost was the city of Harran, a city traditionally associated with the original home of Abraham and the beginning of astrology. The patron deity of Harran was a male moon god: Sin or Nannar. He
“O gentle Faustus, leave this damnèd art, This magic that will charm thy soul to hell And quite bereave thee of salvation. Though thou has now offended like a man, Do not persever in it like a devil. Yet, yet, thou hast an amiable soul If sin by custom grow not into nature. Then, Faustus, will repentance come too late! Then, thou art banished from the sight of heaven! No mortal can express the pains of hell! . . . For gentle son, I speak it not in wrath Or envy of thee but in tender love . . . And so have hope that this my kind rebuke, Checking thy body, may amend thy soul.”
