tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post113165816776062700..comments2023-10-10T10:09:48.794-05:00Comments on Letting me be . . . random wondering and philosophy: Looking for Answers"ME" Liz Strausshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10711283307459944821noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1131740996520720132005-11-11T14:29:00.000-06:002005-11-11T14:29:00.000-06:00Hello janus,That's an insight. They don't woant to...Hello janus,<BR/>That's an insight. They don't woant to see themselves as part of their own problem. Gosh I know of enought time where that's the case. <BR/>I think I've been there myself.<BR/><BR/>smiles,<BR/>Liz"ME" Liz Strausshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10711283307459944821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1131738016111786072005-11-11T13:40:00.000-06:002005-11-11T13:40:00.000-06:00They look around because either they don't want to...They look around because either they don't want to face the truth, or they don't see themselves as part of the problem<BR/><BR/>both are badAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1131723658722930172005-11-11T09:40:00.000-06:002005-11-11T09:40:00.000-06:00Hi Easy,Doesn't it seem like every sentence about ...Hi Easy,<BR/>Doesn't it seem like every sentence about us starts with Sometimes . . . or<BR/>It depemds . ..<BR/>We're just a confusing, confused species.<BR/><BR/>smiles,<BR/>liz"ME" Liz Strausshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10711283307459944821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1131723532926682662005-11-11T09:38:00.000-06:002005-11-11T09:38:00.000-06:00Sometimes our insides are so cluttered that we can...Sometimes our insides are so cluttered that we can't seem to find the answers in there either, besides, it's ever so much more fun to look up and down and all around, so many distractions. :o)that and by the time we're done, we've forgotten the question anyways.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13441809988487585009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1131713629359800612005-11-11T06:53:00.000-06:002005-11-11T06:53:00.000-06:00Then I'm sending thoughts of Jennifer appreciation...Then I'm sending thoughts of Jennifer appreciation day to your coworkers a this minute. '<BR/><BR/>smiles,<BR/>Liz"ME" Liz Strausshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10711283307459944821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1131713530391324352005-11-11T06:52:00.000-06:002005-11-11T06:52:00.000-06:00I'm counting down the hours :) This has been a wee...I'm counting down the hours :) This has been a week from a dark aged torture chamber. Brutal. I can't wait for the weekend!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1131713078376508912005-11-11T06:44:00.000-06:002005-11-11T06:44:00.000-06:00Hi Jennifer,If we could love ourselves, we would h...Hi Jennifer,<BR/><BR/>If we could love ourselves, we would have the courage. If we had the courage, we could love ourselves.<BR/><BR/>Almost the weekend,<BR/>Liz"ME" Liz Strausshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10711283307459944821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1131712976576112182005-11-11T06:42:00.000-06:002005-11-11T06:42:00.000-06:00Because sometimes the hardest place to look is wit...Because sometimes the hardest place to look is within...it can take some courage :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1131687771431496332005-11-10T23:42:00.000-06:002005-11-10T23:42:00.000-06:00Two sides of the same coin are never far apart.Two sides of the same coin are never far apart."ME" Liz Strausshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10711283307459944821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1131687647683865332005-11-10T23:40:00.000-06:002005-11-10T23:40:00.000-06:00hugs are always warm and good, no matter where the...hugs are always warm and good, no matter where they come from. yes, yes, we are both there, next door, even if we face different directions for different views. sigh.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13441809988487585009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1131685732840931742005-11-10T23:08:00.000-06:002005-11-10T23:08:00.000-06:00Garnet,You will never need binoculars to see me, b...Garnet,<BR/>You will never need binoculars to see me, because I will always be right there with you and you with me. <BR/><BR/>smiles,<BR/>Liz"ME" Liz Strausshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10711283307459944821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1131685365034575942005-11-10T23:02:00.000-06:002005-11-10T23:02:00.000-06:00Or, perhaps the answers outside are the same as th...Or, perhaps the answers outside are the same as those inside. Don't we find answers outside, and match those with the inside ones? <BR/><BR/>Yes, I think you will become ubiquitous, if that's what will make you happy, you shooting star you. Soon I'll need binoculars to see you.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13441809988487585009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1131680425449382302005-11-10T21:40:00.000-06:002005-11-10T21:40:00.000-06:00Ah Taorist,You bring yourself to the moment that w...Ah Taorist,<BR/>You bring yourself to the moment that we need you. Where have you been until now?<BR/><BR/>smiles,<BR/>Liz"ME" Liz Strausshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10711283307459944821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1131680184048289712005-11-10T21:36:00.000-06:002005-11-10T21:36:00.000-06:00We are using the wrong sense to find the answers. ...We are using the wrong sense to find the answers. We don't use eyes to find something we can't see. We don't use ears to listen to the answers.<BR/><BR/>We use something beyond the 5.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13441809988487585009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1131670724810764622005-11-10T18:58:00.000-06:002005-11-10T18:58:00.000-06:00Oh Eric,Hate is such a very strong word. I hope th...Oh Eric,<BR/>Hate is such a very strong word. I hope that was just hyperbole. There's way too much about that's to love.<BR/><BR/>smiles,<BR/>Liz"ME" Liz Strausshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10711283307459944821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1131668680624729642005-11-10T18:24:00.000-06:002005-11-10T18:24:00.000-06:00Because any search inside ourselves is bound to re...Because any search inside ourselves is bound to reveal much more than the answers and eventually we'll stumble onto the things we hate.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13441809988487585009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1131667048482605842005-11-10T17:57:00.000-06:002005-11-10T17:57:00.000-06:00Hi Toadmaster,Yeah, we do, don't we. But when we s...Hi Toadmaster,<BR/>Yeah, we do, don't we. But when we stop being afraid we're rarely wrong are we? I wish we weren't afraid ever."ME" Liz Strausshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10711283307459944821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1131666699703525452005-11-10T17:51:00.000-06:002005-11-10T17:51:00.000-06:00Allan,There's a difference between rambling and be...Allan,<BR/>There's a difference between rambling and beautiful.<BR/>That was beautiful.<BR/><BR/>Please come back again.<BR/><BR/>smiles,<BR/>Liz"ME" Liz Strausshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10711283307459944821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1131666503175333372005-11-10T17:48:00.000-06:002005-11-10T17:48:00.000-06:00Because we fear our answers are wrong.Because we fear our answers are wrong.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13441809988487585009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1131665679484352582005-11-10T17:34:00.000-06:002005-11-10T17:34:00.000-06:00The little one has been an angel all day, just goi...The little one has been an angel all day, just going down for a late nap...<BR/><BR/>Fear is good for the species - without it, we would never have evolved to where we are now (well, ok, maybe it's a bad thing), or if we had, we would all have lopped our tongues of in a fan, and this would make kissing much less enjoyable.<BR/><BR/>When I was a teen, I spent more then a few minutes from time to time staring into my own eyes in a hair-spray-blurred bathroom mirror, with the door closed, and the shrieking sound of my siblings only barely dulled by the cheap hollow door, trying to burrow into my mind, looking for my “true self”. <BR/><BR/>From time to time, I would shed a tear. <BR/><BR/>I do not know now if they were mostly tears of pain and sorrow, or love and joy, but I know they made me feel…something...they made me feel something when my greatest fear was that I was not able to feel anything at all. <BR/><BR/>On those occasional trips down me-lane, there was a clawed hand of fear on the back of my neck...but you know, as often as I looked inside back then, I don't think that it mattered much. <BR/><BR/>I can control a lot inside my mind, but very little outside of it, and even though I like to dream of myself as the free God of my own universe, the truth is I am at the whim of chance and chaos every moment of the day. And when the stuff hits the fan I wanted so desperately to stop with my tongue, I learn that I really don’t control much inside my mind after all.<BR/><BR/>The real answers I want are unattainable...either inside my personal universe or outside in the perceivable one.<BR/><BR/>Look what you did to me! Sorry for the rambling!<BR/><BR/>Geeze, I just came her to see my picture! This blog thing could get dangerous!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1131664818569751932005-11-10T17:20:00.000-06:002005-11-10T17:20:00.000-06:00YEA! You're well!Thanks I think I'll do that now.S...YEA! You're well!<BR/><BR/>Thanks I think I'll do that now.<BR/>Sweet dreams."ME" Liz Strausshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10711283307459944821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1131664657846138292005-11-10T17:17:00.001-06:002005-11-10T17:17:00.001-06:00doing good, thanksglad you are having an insightfu...doing good, thanks<BR/><BR/>glad you are having an insightful day, even if you haven't had your nap yet :0)<BR/><BR/>(hugs)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13441809988487585009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1131664640031917432005-11-10T17:17:00.000-06:002005-11-10T17:17:00.000-06:00Hi Allan,How's that little one?You're right. Most ...Hi Allan,<BR/><BR/>How's that little one?<BR/><BR/>You're right. Most of the time people are afraid. Every voice I hear has bits of fear.<BR/><BR/>Sad isn't it.<BR/><BR/>Liz"ME" Liz Strausshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10711283307459944821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1131664484794541792005-11-10T17:14:00.001-06:002005-11-10T17:14:00.001-06:00Haven't had my nap yet.But I'm not cranky either :...Haven't had my nap yet.<BR/>But I'm not cranky either :)<BR/><BR/>I'm well. Figured out some things today. :)<BR/><BR/>Are you well again?<BR/><BR/>Liz"ME" Liz Strausshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10711283307459944821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1131664449974995112005-11-10T17:14:00.000-06:002005-11-10T17:14:00.000-06:00Most of the time, people are afraid or unable to l...Most of the time, people are afraid or unable to look inside...and its more fun blameing everyone else anyway!<BR/><BR/>Thanks for letting me know of your plans to use my image, Liz (This is aconant from Morguefile.com)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com