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 After death, and this sky ocean blend. My blood and meat with bones separated into cells, dissipated in the soil, air and this endless ocean. Yes, the ocean. As we speak, I sprouted the idea will be buried at sea. My body is first reduced to ashes in the fire, and then tossed in the air, and finally falling boundless sea. I went back to my place. Since everything will be quiet, why do anything? Is there anything else worth doing? I often ask ourselves. There is no answer, just feel the hearts of empty space. If there is an answer, that is: there is no one thing is worth doing. This is a place where people do not want to face the answer. Tragic, tragic. That being the case, why people still employed? People do things because there are two categories, one is forced to do, enjoy like to do. The former is all to make a living that sort of thing, in order to meet the minimum life necessary in order to survive had to do things; latter is the things they like to do, get pleasure from things. The latter is relatively worth doing things. From the age of 60, I was completely out of the things that had to do to survive, from now on, my life and will be fully operational purely the things you like to do. These things include reading, watching movies, listening to music, doing my heart is an open.. After death, and this sky ocean blend. My blood and meat with bones separated into cells, dissipated in the soil, air and this endless ocean. Yes, the ocean. As we speak, I sprouted the idea will be buried at sea. My body is first reduced to ashes in the fire, and then tossed in the air, and finally falling boundless sea. I went back to my place. Since everything will be quiet, why do anything? Is there anything else worth doing? I often ask ourselves. There is no answer, just feel the hearts of empty space. If there is an answer, that is: there is no one thing is worth doing. This is a place where people do not want to face the answer. Tragic, tragic. That being the case, why people still employed? People do things because there are two categories, one is forced to do, enjoy like to do. The former is all to make a living that sort of thing, in order to meet the minimum life necessary in order to survive had to do things; latter is the things they like to do, get pleasure from things. The latter is relatively worth doing things. From the age of 60, I was completely out of the things that had to do to survive, from now on, my life and will be fully operational purely the things you like to do. These things include reading, watching movies, listening to music, do every morning, I walk on the beach, smell the the microstrip smell the air, the sea breeze was blowing. Muffled gray rain clouds move very quickly in the air, which is never see in the city scene. I looked at the boundless sea, the distant horizon at the piece of the dividing line is hidden when the morning mist confused. My heart is empty space.
Every afternoon, I soak in warm water pillow head comfortably in the huge spare tire, looking at the clouds in the sky and boundless sea. My heart is empty space.. After death, and this sky ocean blend. My blood and meat with bones separated into cells, dissipated in the soil, air and this endless ocean. Yes, the ocean. As we speak, I sprouted the idea will be buried at sea. My body is first reduced to ashes in the fire, and then tossed in the air, and finally falling boundless sea. I went back to my place. Since everything will be quiet, why do anything? Is there anything else worth doing? I often ask ourselves. There is no answer, just feel the hearts of empty space. If there is an answer, that is: there is no one thing is worth doing. This is a place where people do not want to face the answer. Tragic, tragic. That being the case, why people still employed? People do things because there are two categories, one is forced to do, enjoy like to do. The former is all to make a living that sort of thing, in order to meet the minimum life necessary in order to survive had to do things; latter is the things they like to do, get pleasure from things. The latter is relatively worth doing things. From the age of 60, I was completely out of the things that had to do to survive, from now on, my life and will be fully operational purely the things you like to do. These things include reading, watching movies, listening to music, doing my heart is an open. Every morning, I walk on the beach, smell the the microstrip smell the air, the sea breeze was blowing. Muffled gray rain clouds move very quickly in the air, which is never see in the city scene. I looked at the boundless sea, the distant horizon at the piece of the dividing line is hidden when the morning mist confused. My heart is empty space. Every afternoon, I soak in warm water pillow head comfortably in the huge spare tire, looking at the clouds in the sky and boundless sea. My heart is empty space. Sometimes, I try to imagine the scene of the universe. (A theory that the universe is a side, is really incredible), numerous planet wandering in the void in the immense universe. Some of which are on the planet is a living, just like Earth. Some of these life to live a very short time, such as mayflies, born in the morning, the evening had died; some live a long time, for example, generally can live more than 80 years, that is, 30,000 heaven. Upon my death, in ancient times to the hundreds of millions of people have died, the earth still leisurely self-revolving, as if these people did not existed. From the scope of the universe, the existence of a person's gone, and even the presence of the stars of the planet and gone are meaningless, that is, no little importance. Thought of this, my heart is as open as the universe. Blurred the boundaries of life and death in my meditation, sometimes, I try to imagine the scene of the universe. (A theory that the universe is a side, is really incredible), numerous planet wandering in the void in the immense universe. Some of which are on the planet is a living, just like Earth. Some of these life to live a very short time, such as mayflies, born in the morning, the evening had died; some live a long time, for example, generally can live more than 80 years, that is, 30,000 heaven. Upon my death, in ancient times to the hundreds of millions of people have died, the earth still leisurely self-revolving, as if these people did not existed. From the scope of the universe, the existence of a person's gone, and even the presence of the stars of the planet and gone are meaningless, that is, no little importance. Thought of this, my heart is as open as the universe.. After death, and this sky ocean blend. My blood and meat with bones separated into cells, dissipated in the soil, air and this endless ocean. Yes, the ocean. As we speak, I sprouted the idea will be buried at sea. My body is first reduced to ashes in the fire, and then tossed in the air, and finally falling boundless sea. I went back to my place. Since everything will be quiet, why do anything? Is there anything else worth doing? I often ask ourselves. There is no answer, just feel the hearts of empty space. If there is an answer, that is: there is no one thing is worth doing. This is a place where people do not want to face the answer. Tragic, tragic. That being the case, why people still employed? People do things because there are two categories, one is forced to do, enjoy like to do. The former is all to make a living that sort of thing, in order to meet the minimum life necessary in order to survive had to do things; latter is the things they like to do, get pleasure from things. The latter is relatively worth doing things. From the age of 60, I was completely out of the things that had to do to survive, from now on, my life and will be fully operational purely the things you like to do. These things include reading, watching movies, listening to music, do my meditation, life and death boundaries blurred. After death, and this sky ocean blend. My blood and meat with bones separated into cells, dissipated in the soil, air and this endless ocean. Yes, the ocean. As we speak, I sprouted the idea will be buried at sea. My body is first reduced to ashes in the fire, and then tossed in the air, and finally falling boundless sea. I went back to my place.My heart is empty space. Every morning, I walk on the beach, smell the the microstrip smell the air, the sea breeze was blowing. Muffled gray rain clouds move very quickly in the air, which is never see in the city scene. I looked at the boundless sea, the distant horizon at the piece of the dividing line is hidden when the morning mist confused. My heart is empty space. Every afternoon, I soak in warm water pillow head comfortably in the huge spare tire, looking at the clouds in the sky and boundless sea. My heart is empty space. Sometimes, I try to imagine the scene of the universe. (A theory that the universe is a side, is really incredible), numerous planet wandering in the void in the immense universe. Some of which are on the planet is a living, just like Earth. Some of these life to live a very short time, such as mayflies, born in the morning, the evening had died; some live a long time, for example, generally can live more than 80 years, that is, 30,000 heaven. Upon my death, in ancient times to the hundreds of millions of people have died, the earth still leisurely self-revolving, as if these people did not existed. From the scope of the universe, the existence of a person's gone, and even the presence of the stars of the planet and gone are meaningless, that is, no little importance. Thought of this, my heart is as open as the universe. In my meditation, life and death boundaries blurred since everything will be silence, why do anything? Is there anything else worth doing? I often ask ourselves. There is no answer, just feel the hearts of empty space.Computer games, writing a novel, writing essays, write a blog, write to it, and occasionally to travel, occasionally playing mahjong. At the same time, I will continue to often thinking about the universe and my survival drills death. I want to sleep every night to imagine death, because it has a period of time is no feeling, indeed Death is very similar; imagine waking up every morning at birth, because it can make my life a new day passes novelty and excitement. My every day should be the attitude of the diary of Henry David Thoreau spent in Walden diary of the 19th century one day he solemnly wrote: I am beginning to a certain period of one day this day. After this walkthrough, death comes, I hope my mood will be very calm, because I had rehearsed many times death.My heart is empty space. Every morning, I walk on the beach, smell the the microstrip smell the air, the sea breeze was blowing. Muffled gray rain clouds move very quickly in the air, which is never see in the city scene. I looked at the boundless sea, the distant horizon at the piece of the dividing line is hidden when the morning mist confused. My heart is empty space. Every afternoon, I soak in warm water pillow head comfortably in the huge spare tire, looking at the clouds in the sky and boundless sea. My heart is empty space. Sometimes, I try to imagine the scene of the universe. (A theory that the universe is a side, is really incredible), numerous planet wandering in the void in the immense universe. Some of which are on the planet is a living, just like Earth. Some of these life to live a very short time, such as mayflies, born in the morning, the evening had died; some live a long time, for example, generally can live more than 80 years, that is, 30,000 heaven. Upon my death, in ancient times to the hundreds of millions of people have died, the earth still leisurely self-revolving, as if these people did not existed. From the scope of the universe, the existence of a person's gone, and even the presence of the stars of the planet and gone are meaningless, that is, no little importance. Thought of this, my heart is as open as the universe. Blurred the boundaries of life and death in my meditation, if there is an answer, that is: there is no one thing is worth doing. This is a place where people do not want to face the answer. Tragic, tragic.Computer games, writing a novel, writing essays, write a blog, write to it, and occasionally to travel, occasionally playing mahjong. At the same time, I will continue to often thinking about the universe and my survival drills death. I want to sleep every night to imagine death, because it has a period of time is no feeling, indeed Death is very similar; imagine waking up every morning at birth, because it can make my life a new day passes novelty and excitement. My every day should be the attitude of the diary of Henry David Thoreau spent in Walden diary of the 19th century one day he solemnly wrote: I am beginning to a certain period of one day this day. After this walkthrough, death comes, I hope my mood will be very calm, because I had rehearsed many times death. That being the case, why people still employed?
People do things because there are two categories, one is forced to do, enjoy like to do. The former is all to make a living that sort of thing, in order to meet the minimum life necessary in order to survive had to do things; latter is the things they like to do, get pleasure from things. The latter is relatively worth doing things.. After death, and this sky ocean blend. My blood and meat with bones separated into cells, dissipated in the soil, air and this endless ocean. Yes, the ocean. As we speak, I sprouted the idea will be buried at sea. My body is first reduced to ashes in the fire, and then tossed in the air, and finally falling boundless sea. I went back to my place. Since everything will be quiet, why do anything? Is there anything else worth doing? I often ask ourselves. There is no answer, just feel the hearts of empty space. If there is an answer, that is: there is no one thing is worth doing. This is a place where people do not want to face the answer. Tragic, tragic. That being the case, why people still employed? People do things because there are two categories, one is forced to do, enjoy like to do. The former is all to make a living that sort of thing, in order to meet the minimum life necessary in order to survive had to do things; latter is the things they like to do, get pleasure from things. The latter is relatively worth doing things. From the age of 60, I was completely out of the things that had to do to survive, from now on, my life and will be fully operational purely the things you like to do. These things include reading, watching movies, listening to music, doing from the age of 60, I was completely out of things had to do to survive, from now on, my life and will be fully operational purely you like to do things were to go. These things include reading, watching movies, listening to music, do computer games, writing a novel, writing essays, write a blog, write to it, and occasionally to travel, occasionally playing mahjong.. After death, and this sky ocean blend. My blood and meat with bones separated into cells, dissipated in the soil, air and this endless ocean. Yes, the ocean. As we speak, I sprouted the idea will be buried at sea. My body is first reduced to ashes in the fire, and then tossed in the air, and finally falling boundless sea. I went back to my place. Since everything will be quiet, why do anything? Is there anything else worth doing? I often ask ourselves. There is no answer, just feel the hearts of empty space. If there is an answer, that is: there is no one thing is worth doing. This is a place where people do not want to face the answer. Tragic, tragic. That being the case, why people still employed? People do things because there are two categories, one is forced to do, enjoy like to do. The former is all to make a living that sort of thing, in order to meet the minimum life necessary in order to survive had to do things; latter is the things they like to do, get pleasure from things. The latter is relatively worth doing things. From the age of 60, I was completely out of the things that had to do to survive, from now on, my life and will be fully operational purely the things you like to do. These things include reading, watching movies, listening to music, doing. After death, and this sky ocean blend. My blood and meat with bones separated into cells, dissipated in the soil, air and this endless ocean. Yes, the ocean. As we speak, I sprouted the idea will be buried at sea. My body is first reduced to ashes in the fire, and then tossed in the air, and finally falling boundless sea. I went back to my place. Since everything will be quiet, why do anything? Is there anything else worth doing? I often ask ourselves. There is no answer, just feel the hearts of empty space. If there is an answer, that is: there is no one thing is worth doing. This is a place where people do not want to face the answer. Tragic, tragic. That being the case, why people still employed? People do things because there are two categories, one is forced to do, enjoy like to do. The former is all to make a living that sort of thing, in order to meet the minimum life necessary in order to survive had to do things; latter is the things they like to do, get pleasure from things. The latter is relatively worth doing things. From the age of 60, I was completely out of the things that had to do to survive, from now on, my life and will be fully operational purely the things you like to do. These things include reading, watching movies, listening to music, doing my heart is an open. Every morning, I walk on the beach, smell the the microstrip smell the air, the sea breeze was blowing. Muffled gray rain clouds move very quickly in the air, which is never see in the city scene. I looked at the boundless sea, the distant horizon at the piece of the dividing line is hidden when the morning mist confused. My heart is empty space. Every afternoon, I soak in warm water pillow head comfortably in the huge spare tire, http://lf9rpovr.blogspot.com/ ,looking at the clouds in the sky and boundless sea. My heart is empty space. Sometimes, I try to imagine the scene of the universe. (A theory that the universe is a side, is really incredible), numerous planet wandering in the void in the immense universe. Some of which are on the planet is a living, just like Earth. Some of these life to live a very short time, such as mayflies, born in the morning, the evening had died; some live a long time, for example, generally can live more than 80 years, that is, 30,000 heaven. Upon my death, in ancient times to the hundreds of millions of people have died, the earth still leisurely self-revolving, as if these people did not existed. From the scope of the universe, the existence of a person's gone, and even the presence of the stars of the planet and gone are meaningless, that is, no little importance. Thought of this, my heart is as open as the universe. In my meditation, life and death blurred the boundaries between the meantime, I will continue to often thinking about the universe and my survival exercise death. I want to sleep every night to imagine death, because it has a period of time is no feeling, indeed Death is very similar; imagine waking up every morning at birth, because it can make my life a new day passes novelty and excitement. My every day should be the attitude of the diary of Henry David Thoreau spent in Walden diary of the 19th century one day he solemnly wrote: I am beginning to a certain period of one day this day. After this walkthrough, death comes, I hope my mood will be very calm, because I had rehearsed many times death.