Do not cry that it is our duty to serve you. 

We do not recognize such duty. 

Do not cry that you need us. 

We do not consider need a claim. 

Do not cry that you own us. 

You don’t.

 

There is a morality of reason, a morality proper to man, 

and Man’s Life is its standard of value.

 

Since life requires a specific course of action, any other course will destroy it. 

A being who does not hold his own life as the motive and goal of his actions,

 is acting on the motive and standard of death

 

By the grace of reality and the nature of life, 

man—every man—is an end in himself, 

he exists for his own sake, 

and the achievement of his own happiness is his highest moral purpose.

 

Man’s mind is his basic tool of survival.

 Life is given to him, survival is not. 

His body is given to him, its sustenance is not. 

His mind is given to him, its content is not. 

To remain alive, he must act, 

and before he can act he must know the nature and purpose of his action..

.To remain alive, he must think

 

Reason is your means of survival — 

so that for you, 

who are a human being, 

the question ‘to be or not to be’

 is the question

 'to think or not to think..'.

 

All that which is proper to the life of a rational being is the good; 

all that which destroys it is the evil.

 

To exist is to be something, 

as distinguished from the nothing of non-existence, 

it is to be an entity of a specific nature 

made of specific attributes.

 

Whenever a man denounces the mind, 

it is because his goal is of a nature the mind would not permit him to confess.

 

Independence 

is the recognition of the fact that yours is the responsibility of judgment 

and nothing can help you escape it.

 This, in every hour and every issue, is your basic moral choice: 

thinking or non-thinking, 

existence or non-existence, 

A or non-A, 

entity or zero.

 

A process of reason is a process of constant choice in answer to the question: 

True or False? 

Right or Wrong?

 

And no one rose to ask the question: 

Good?

-by what standard?

 

Logic rests on the axiom that existence exists. 

Logic is the art of non-contradictory identification.

The moral is the chosen, not the forced;

 the understood, not the obeyed.

The moral is the rational, 

and reason accepts no commandments

 Are you seeking to know what is wrong with the world? 

All the disasters that have wrecked your world, came from your leaders’ attempt to evade the fact that A is A.

 All the secret evil you dread to face within you and all the pain you have ever endured, 

came from your own attempt to evade the fact that A is A.

 

The secret to life is knowing when to stop.

 

People used to respect the old. 

Now, they’re just reminders of an offensive past everybody wants to forget.

 Everyone runs from pain towards the pleasure.

 But when they get there, only to find more pain. 

You cannot outrun pain.

  

Logic is the art of non-contradictory identification. 

A contradiction cannot exist. 

No concept man forms is valid unless he integrates it without contradiction into the total sum of his knowledge. 

To arrive at a contradiction is to confess an error in one’s thinking;

 to maintain a contradiction is to abdicate one’s mind and to evict oneself from the realm of reality

 Independence is the recognition of the fact that yours is the responsibility of judgment and nothing can help you escape it

—that no substitute can do your thinking

—that the vilest form of self-abasement and self-destruction is the subordination of your mind to the mind of another, 

the acceptance of an authority over your brain,

 the acceptance of his assertions as facts, 

his say-so as truth, 

his edicts as middle-man between your consciousness and your existence

 

when one deals with words, 

one deals with the mind

 

The symbol of all relationships among such men,

 the moral symbol of respect for human beings, 

is the trade 

A trader is a man who earns what he gets 

and does not give or take the undeserved

 Pride is the recognition of the fact that you are your own highest value 

and, like all of man’s values, it has to be earned.

His own happiness is man’s only moral purpose, 

but only his own virtue can achieve it…

Life is the reward of virtue- 

and happiness is the goal and the reward of life.

Belief

 

Belief is a state of non-understanding. 

People believe because they don’t know. 

You don’t believe in the sun, you don’t believe in the trees, you don’t believe that the trees are green; you simply know. 

But you believe that God exists, that heaven and hell exist. 

These are beliefs, because you don’t know. 

Belief is a substitute for knowing; it deceives you. 

It keeps you in a state of ignorance because it helps you to pretend. 

And if you have been pretending long enough, you are so deeply befooled by your own belief that you don’t suspect, you don’t doubt. 

Your belief starts becoming your wisdom, and belief can never become your wisdom. 

Remember one thing: believing is a wrong approach. 

Don’t believe in God. Why believe in God when God can be known? 

Don’t believe in love when love can be lived. 

Don’t believe in me while you can experience the truth of my being present to you.

 When you can commune with me, why believe in me? 

Belief is a barrier, not a bridge. 

If you believe in me, you will never understand me. 

Drop believing and start knowing. 

 You were a believing Christian or a Hindu or a Mohammedan. 

 jump from your Christianity, Hinduism, Mohammedanism. 

jump from belief into a real, authentic search for the truth. 

Belief simply means that others have told you, and you have believed them: maybe your parents, your teachers, priests, politicians, friends, or just the climate around you, the social conditioning. 

You were born into a certain society, into a certain structure. 

You have imbibed the spirit of it unknowingly. 

 

Bring your inner being out into the open - 

into the wind, 

into the sun, 

into the rain - 

and you will be surprised: 

you become cleaner,

 purer, 

weightless. 

Your understanding grows, 

your integrity grows, 

your self-respect grows,

 your independence grows, 

and you become less and less dependent on others.

 

Sometimes we wake with anxiety. 

An edgy energy. 

What will happen today? 

What is in store for me? 

So many questions. 

We want resolution, solid earth under our feet. 

So, we take life into our own hands. We take action 

Our solutions are temporary. They are quick fix. 

They create more anxiety, more suffering. 

There is no resolution to life’s questions. 

It is easier to be patient once we finally accept there is no resolution.

 

 it’s like every kid growing up, wants to be the hero of the story. 

And in the end, you’re just happy you’re not the villain.

 

When you’re born, you are like a single drop of water, flying upward, separated from the one, giant consciousness. 

You get older. 

You descend back down. 

You die. 

You land back into the water, become one with the ocean again. 

No more separated. 

No more suffering.

 One consciousness. 

Death is a happy return, 

like coming home.

 

Violence, aggression, anger stem from the same source. 

Fear. 

The only good faith response is to sit with your feelings. 

Violence does spiritual harm to victim and to perpetrator.

 

Never take anything for granted. 

It’s also a reminder to look at things in a new way, 

and if you do, then every day can be a new day  

And if it is, it’s like you’re always being born into life all the time. 

You’re not stuck, decaying or dying.

 Identity is a prison. 

No one is spared this prison. 

Rich man, poor man, success or failure. 

We build the prison, 

lock ourselves inside, 

then throw away the key.

 Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration, 

for the life you deserved but never have been able to reach.

 Check your road and the nature of your battle. 

The world you desired can be won.

 It exists,

 it is real,

 it is possible, 

it is yours.

Valentine Heart Tanika

 

If I was a Londoner, rich with complaint
Would you take me back to your house
Which is sainted with lust and the listless shade
If I could have held you once more with that light
It's nothing to you, but it keeps me alive
Like a Valentine's Day, it's a Valentine's heart, anyway

The king and the ages, they fall by the plan
It's always the tired and the ordinary man
(It's the) challenge it's funny and such
I want to see you again
I want to see you again
It's so simple and plain
But I'll come back and see you again

The lie is the angel, it doesn't exist
I tell you it's funny but you like just to twist all my words
It's a shame you're so young
My word, it's a shame I'm so dumb
I figure a house with the smoke and the fence
The people round here would be pleased
Take my word on this

I would believe just in you, just believe in you
And five days to catch me around with my ring
As I visit the friendships which meant everything to the girl
With the clown's face, to the girl with the clowns face, round here

Valentine Belinda

 I made a rule about you

I made a plan
For getting my feet back on the ground.
Bury my face in the clouds
For hours on end
But time only flies when you're around

It was cold and dark the last time I saw you.
Your hair was long and falling in your eyes.
You said my hands were warm and that I was special
To you

Valentine,

You say that it's complicated
But baby you're wrong
There's nothing more obvious to me.
That we're on a trip together
33, 000 light years long
And I'm hurting so bad 'cause you don't see

The night you walked me home, I gave you a picture
Of Eden's trees falling to the ground
And now I feel, I feel like you're a perfect stranger

Without you
Valentine,

Valentine,
You know that I'm fighting this love in vain
The sun's been shining for a week
But it still feels like rain
Valentine.
I know you're not mine
Your'e somebody else's flame
But when those hearts and flowers fade
Oh my darlin', look my way

Valentine.
I know you're not mine

And I don't know why you stay
But when those hearts and flowers fade
Oh my darlin', look my way

Valentine T'Pau

 

Songs for my valentine

Give the game away
In rhyme I make mine
Sing all that I cannot say

I know mine are the tears I never cry
I know mine is a love I must deny

We go our separate ways
With nothing but a smile
Hearts break in many ways
Oh how, you've broken mine

I know mine are the arms you'll never hold
I know mine is a love remains untold

Hey, hey, hey!
Sunny valentine
Come on shine
Your love my way

 The February fog,

Turns all into blobs,
Orange street lights,
To Valentine's Night.

 

we have sinned and grown old, 

and our Father is younger than us

 The spring equinox is March 21 

The Paschal Full Moon is the Full Moon that occurs on or after 

Easter Sunday is observed on the first Sunday after the Paschal Full Moon 

In 2026 

The Paschal Moon is Thursday April 2nd - the Spring Moon - Maundy Thursday 

Easter is Sunday April 5th 

 

each morning 

everyone on this planet 

wakes up one day closer to their death

 Everyone

 Thinking is man’s only basic virtue, from which all the others proceed. 

And his basic vice, the source of all his evils, is that nameless act which all of you practice, but struggle never to admit: 

the act of blanking out, the willful suspension of one’s consciousness, the refusal to think -

 not blindness, but the refusal to see;

 not ignorance, but the refusal to know. 

It is the act of unfocusing your mind and inducing an inner fog to escape the responsibility of judgment - on the unstated premise that a thing will not exist if only you refuse to identify it, that A will not be A so long as you do not pronounce the verdict  ‘It is.”

 Happiness is a state of non-contradictory joy-

 a joy without penalty or guilt,

 a joy that does not clash with any of your values 

and does not work for your own destruction, 

not the joy of escaping from your mind,

 but using your mind’s fullest power.

 January and February were the last two months to be added to the Roman calendar, since the Romans originally considered winter a monthless period

  I will never live for the sake of another man, 

nor ask another man to live for mine

 

Happiness is possible only to a rational man, 

the man who desires nothing but rational goals, 

seek nothing but rational values 

and finds his joy in nothing but rational actions.

 February is a suitable month for dying. 

 the winter hateful, hanging on too long

 

I used to try to decide which was the worst month of the year.

 In the winter I would choose February

 The day and time itself: late afternoon in early February,

 was there a moment of the year better suited for despair?

 Even though February was the shortest month of the year, 

sometimes it seemed like the longest

 

The reason that God 

made February short a few days 

was because he knew 

that by the time people came to the end of it 

they would die if they had to stand 

one more blasted day

 

Why does February feel like one big Tuesday?

Light a fire in flinty February,
As the evening time comes down,
Welcome all the family home
With shopping bought from town.

Hear the logs crackle and roll,
And the sparks pop and hiss,
A storm roars down the chimney,
To deliver its tempestuous kiss.

Drowsiness in the living room,
As the expiring embers fade,
Up we go to those clean sheets,
And beds so neatly made.

 February is a suitable month for dying.

 Everything around is dead,

 the trees black and frozen 

so that the appearance of green shoots two months hence seems preposterous,

 the ground hard and cold, 

the snow dirty, 

the winter hateful, 

hanging on too long

Feb Full Moon - Snow Moon

 

Sunday February 1st - Snow Moon