Senses deceive. We all know it, but never take it in it’s philosophical context. If ‘The Bible says God exists, therefore God exists’ can be dismissed by arguing that the Bible said the Earth is the center of the Universe, why should I not dismiss all sensory data?
My belief in One God has never been swayed. If ‘He Begetteth not and nor is He Begotten’ is true, we are ALL part of God. Thus created ‘in his image’ in Christianity. So what if religion is truly many roots leading to the same tree?
Going back to thought made me realize yet again how critical it is to look without senses once in a while. My experience, my path in life exist in all possible realities. Every decision every person makes creates alternate realities that all lead back to the same tree.
Starting point life; end-point death. To not live by ones values is to not live! Quoting Zapata again: ‘It is better to die on your feet than live on your knees.’ Does that not apply to everyday life?
What if thoughts are the only true instruments to find the true path in life? Applying all of my skills, knowledge, and ‘thought’ to weave together my own web of life that leads me back to One?
I am back to thought.
As I return united to One; my work – current and past – applies itself in its own path. There has never been a miracle or a tragedy. I can see clearly that this is the path back where everything I’ve done in life comes together.
Back to thought
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While the WrodPress system is Opensource and Platform Independent, many of the internal functionalities require a greater understanding of the Operating Systems they may reside on, the php settings that prevent/allow certain actions and last (definitely not the least) file/folder permissions on your Web server’s directories.
Windows and Unix based systems have a fundamental difference in how it handles the file permissions on a directory. Linux systems (derived from unix based) are pretty simple – Read Write and eXecute (rwx) permissions on the 3 basic groups – Owner, Group and Everyone. the 3 digits in the permissions – say 755 – means that System has rwx permission (7 – the first digit), Group and All have rx permissions (5 – Read/Execute).
Windows has always been a mess – a solid structure built with a rotten base. However, as most of us humans are infected by the Windows Gangrene, it’s useful to review the system of user permissions there.
If you are using a Plesk control panel (you will have different levels of access dependent on your Admin unless you are configuring a Dedicated Server), you have to go into the File Manager in Presk, click the ‘lock’ icon to get to the permissions – then click the Advanced button.
In windows (Plesk) there would be TWO entries – one for the Folder’s permission, one for the Files’ permission. There will also be multiple Users dependent on your IIS Server Settings. What you are looking for is the Internet User account – IIS_ or IUSR_ or similar. And don’t forget to ckeck the box for ‘apply to child objects’ check-box.
The Automatic Plugin Upgrades were problematic. un-checking the ‘php safe-mode on’ box to turn safe-mode off makes the ftp upgrade allowable.
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When you once shed a tear for me
You say you feel you fear you love me
Once I tell you of all the sorrows because of you
You say you feel I should refrain from you
You say too much is unacceptable.
I believe you hurt me too much
You are true and my love unmistakable
‘Too much love’ you say-there is nothing as such.
Not many feel the soothing warmth of the moon.
Beside you, I feel the world will be ours soon
The ones who wouldn’t feel,
Are they the ones who are real?
Are my dreams immaterial?
Do you feel?
Pain does make me grow.
I do bear unlimited sorrow.
So much that I sometimes wonder
If my love is not for the goddess of thunder/
As you walk silently past my door,
My heart remains brimmed with tears,
And follows your soul without fears.
And is trampled by your sole even more.
The cold pale moon gives me warmth.
Your warm crimson heart,
More hurt.
Still I choose to love you and not cry for the moon.
I know your tear will be dry soon.
I will love, get hurt, and grow again.
You will be my happiness, yet my pain.
My innocent heart will suffer, and sustain.
If you’ll be happy, I will refrain.
I will love, though I die again and again.
You, Above All
Carry me to heaven
when your eyes shine the happiness.
Carry me in your arms
when your heart desires my heart’s warmness.
Carry me to hell
when you desire to be unhappy.
Carry me to eternal fire
When your heart desires to be carefree.
When you experience love,
My love, you carry me to heaven;
But when my heart deceases,
You can make my heart diamond laden;
When you feel hell, my love;
You take me to the extreme of my pain.
And when my heart lives;
You have nothing to gain;
And you felt it; and I had nothing to explain.
You; to me
How would I be wrong
In saying that you and I are one!
We have gone in separate paths,
Faced numerous wraths.
But just as surely as we are born,
Some day we will be gone.
Our minds may wonder in the same plane
Or may even not exist again
But our bodies will surely decay,
Tomorrow will be fertilizer of what is living today.
Slowly but surely we become parts
Of newly born plants
We learn the art of listening,
Patience and the pride of belonging.
Then we enter again,
Into the vast food chain
And thus, over hundreds of years,
I am a million things, it appears!
And you are also ever-changing.
Thus I feel this sense of belonging.
That you and I are not separate.
To say that you are you is not accurate.
As I am a product of an ever-changing mold
I am in you, this without doubt I hold.
As we belong to this world forever,
We are merely a part of a river.
At any point seeming the same,
Yet at no point ever the same.
We belong to the same world,
Of the universe of a single mold.
I can be compared to none,
But, without a doubt,
You and I are One.
You and I are One
When words meant nothing,
Stars did blanket the skies
And love did silently sing
Of the sparkles in your starry eyes
The dew-drops gently drooped
Of dreams beneath dreamy lashes,
My heart crashed on your shores
Like moonlit wave still crashes,
Still,
My musics were still.
And with every ripple of your smiles,
With every tiny steps through the isles,
My words you would kill.
My emotions you would feel,
But I could not release the truth.
What you conveyed stood still,
Yet with each passing silence,
My truth has begged for your absence.
Without a Word
When have you last smelt a rose, my love?
When have you last drenched yourself in rain?
When have you last heard the singing of a dove?
When have you last smiled in pain?
When have you last wondered where I might be?
When, my heart, have you last thought of me?
When, my precious gem, do you think about the past?
When, my evergreen rose garden, are you confused; and distrust?
When, my rain of happiness,
Have you last been accused?
When, my love song,
Have you last been abused?
When, my innocent heartache,
will you realize
The pain my heart takes,
When your thoughts arise?
When?
Who knew yesterday
Where the road would lead
Some mighty force has decreed
That we’d be forced to frown today…
Never could find the words
That would overcome the boundaries
Of the heart,
How could one express the seamless feelings,
The love, the hurt,
When bounded by words.
Blind mute and clueless, I trudge on.
And I realize I’m not the only one.
Everyone keeps building boundaries.
Perimeters, so that their being lost would cease.
Limited by what can be seen only by the eyes,
Our imagination silently dries and dies.
I dream wonderful dreams
As solid as reality it seems.
All the happiness, all the screams,
Unravels at consciousness’s seams.
Bounded by money and laws,
We forgive our own flaws.
Forget what we held so dear,
We set our own goals,
Overlooking the resultant tolls,
Failure to achieve them is what we fear.
I took away all boundaries and borders.
In doing so, I set new ones unknowingly.
I find that whenever a norm alters,
My reality falters accordingly.
Unforeseen, Untold!
There was God and the devil;
And you and me.
Gathered to gain wisdom;
Under the wisdom tree.
The tree of wisdom spoke to me:
“If you were to choose betwixt God and she;
What would thy choice be?”
“Thinking of God brings me peace,” I said,
“She brings joy and laughter to me.
“He is mighty and powerful;
And so vulnerable is she.
“He is all knowing, all forgiving;
And so naive is she.”
And with these words my love
I chose you to He.
The devil laughed a laugh of triumph;
But God smiled at me.
For the depth of my love for you;
Only He can see.
Under the tree of wisdom
Searing Pain,
Thirst
While drinking,
I remain thinking…
Which came first!
Which will remain
Beyond reason
I commit treason
Mud my soul
With no one to console.
With the thirst quenched
Should I thirst again
To be able to feel
The pleasure
Of quenching the thirst?
Which comes first?
Thirst
