Your world occurs consistently with your view of the world.
If YOU choose to see it this way, then it will be this way.
If YOU choose to see it that way, then it will be that way.
It's up to YOU.
YOU are god in your world.
Which means YOU are also responsible for everything in your world.
A six year old child,
walking on the Manly beachfront with her mother,
suddenly points and cries out "Look, a fairy".
Her mother, seemingly at the end of her domestic tether, snaps "Don't be silly". And then she delivers the crunch line: "There's no such thing as fairies."
So the child, a stray in the backwoods of rationality, is brought up to see the world in the prosaic terms of grown-ups, and forgets she ever saw a fairy. Eventually fairies walk around unseen any more.
And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. -- Anais Nin
The father of a wealthy Mosman family took his son on a trip to country NSW, with the purpose of showing his son how poor people can be.
They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.
On their way back in the car the father turned to his son and asked him, "So, how was the trip?"
"It was great, Dad." "Did you see how poor people can be?" the father asked. "Oh yeah" said his son. "So what did you learn from the trip?" asked the father.
His son answered, "I saw that we have one dog and they have four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night. Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon. We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight. We buy our food, but they grow theirs. We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends and neighbours who protect them."
Then his son added, "Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are."
Only when the last tree has died
and the last river been poisoned
and the last fish been caught
will we realise we cannot eat money.
-- Chief Seattle, Chief of the Dwamish Native America
This letter was forwarded to me by someone who teaches at a small junior high school in Memphis, Tennessee. The letter was sent to the principal's office after the school had sponsored a luncheon for the elderly.
Dear Reyer School,
God bless you for the beautiful radio I won at your recent senior citizen's luncheon.
I am 94 years old and live at the Memphis County Home For The Aged. My family has long since passed away and I rarely have visitors. As a result, I have very limited contact with the outside world. This makes your gift especially welcome.
My roommate, Maggie Cook, has had her own radio for as long as I've known her. She listens to it all the time, though usually with an earplug or with the volume so low, I can't hear it. For some reason, she has never wanted to share it.
Last Sunday morning, while listening to her morning gospel programs, she accidentally knocked her radio off its shelf. It smashed into many pieces, and caused her to cry. It was so sad.
Fortunately, I had my new radio. Knowing this, Maggie asked if she could listen to mine. Thanks to you I was able to tell her to go fuck herself.
God bless you for your kindness to an old, forgotten lady.
Sincerely,
Edna Johnson
