A thought only finds its truth when it is carried out in the living of one’s days, we live in a time where the air is heavy with declarations ought to carve into it A thought only finds its truth when it is carried out in the living of one’s days, for anyone can claim Virtue as if it were a coin resting in their palm but the fe spend it with the cost is comfort A thought only finds its truth when it is carried out in the living of one’s days, the measurement of understanding is not found in memorized saying but it sparks in the daily grind A thought only finds its truth when it is carried out in the living of one’s days, let idle syllables dissolve like mist in the morning sun and let the soil remember only the press of purposeful steps…
Insight is only real when it becomes the pattern of your conduct, philosophy loses its heartbeat when it remains trapped on a page pressed between covers kept for nostalgia Insight is only real when it becomes the pattern of your conduct, but when those same ideas are stitched into the motions of our days they bloom again as something immediate Insight is only real when it becomes the pattern of your conduct, some museum pieces but chisel and shaping the rough stone of our habits into something deliberate Insight is only real when it becomes the pattern of your conduct, when people look at you they searched less for quotations and more for the quiet discipline in your choices…
Belief gains its strength only when it directs the work of our own two hands, the thoughts of the wise are seeds and they will not grow if kept int he safety of a jar upon the shelf Belief gains its strength only when it directs the work of our own two hands, place them in the soil Of action and water them with persistence as they will rise with their own strength Belief gains its strength only when it directs the work of our own two hands, there is little use in reciting the past if it cannot take root in the present shaping how we choose Belief gains its strength only when it directs the work of our own two hands, words find their honor not in being spoken but in guiding the hand when the path is unclear…
Understanding is shown only when it reshapes the course of one’s action, to borrow the thoughts of great minds is not left but apprenticeship so long as the work of your own life relays learning Understanding is shown only when it reshapes the course of one’s action, you may stand on the shoulders of giants but standing still upon them is no honor to their height Understanding is shown only when it reshapes the course of one’s action, the past speaks but the present demands that we translate its words into motion Understanding is shown only when it reshapes the course of one’s action, every day is a new chance to let our behavior bear the weight of the truths we claim…
Watchwords: There are voices echoes for centuries when repeated any effort to embody them Respect we give to those words is not measured by hoe we quote them Speak of justice while avoiding its costs is to hollow out the meaning of the word There is no shortcut to authenticity but daily decision to live in accord with one’s principles
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
“As you are still the Master of your destiny and the maker of your dreams…”
