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Tag Archives: Dreaming
THE TRAP OF THE SELF, OR THE LIMITATIONS OF EXISTENCE, EPICTETUS SUBJECTIVE FREEDOM
“If life was a dream, then dying must be the moment when you woke up. It was so simple it must be true. You died, the dream was over, you woke up. That’s what people meant when they talked … Continue reading
Posted in Being, Counsciousness, Crisis of Values, Critical Thinking, Dreams, Ego, Epictetus, Freedom, Imagination, Inspiration, New Values, Ontology, Philosophy, Self, The Subjective, Uncategorized, Values, Virtue
Tagged Dreaming, Epictetus, Freedom, Illusion and Reality, Personal circumstances, Philosophy, Reality, The Self, The Unexamined life
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MY OLD HOUSE GEOGRAPHY OF THE SOUL
FOR WHO DO YOU WRITE? FOR THE DEAD THAT WE LOVE… By chance, I do not know if to punish me, or to reward me, Fate has put the bus terminal in Navojoa, in the same road that connected … Continue reading
Posted in Dreams, Family History, Heart, Personal Story, Travel
Tagged Alamos, Archetypal Universe, Childhood, desert plain, Dreaming, Flowers, four Sisters, Geography of the Soul, Grandmother, Guamuchil tree, Heart, Inspiration, Irrigation Channel.Geomagnetic center, Mayo Valley, Memories, Nacapul, Navojoa, Old House, Piocha tree, poem, Railroad, Sadness, Veranda with Jasmin, Water pool
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