<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916370472246672115</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:24:03.547-08:00</updated><category term='Meditation'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='My poems'/><title type='text'>The universe in a grain of sand</title><subtitle type='html'>Add your comment to my: It leaves your comment in me: Personal space of meditation, liberation and weaknesses in our interior being. Appointments, music, images of a life atomized in this universe irrealist.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanduniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916370472246672115/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanduniverse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Milo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6510/107083608766280/220/z/577519/gse_multipart40176.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916370472246672115.post-246847568934125361</id><published>2007-07-03T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T23:04:44.996-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meditation'/><title type='text'>Buddha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu_xb9L5luk/Ros4AwxD1TI/AAAAAAAAADA/MYCX0awirQ0/s1600-h/32604937-O.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083218190159566130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu_xb9L5luk/Ros4AwxD1TI/AAAAAAAAADA/MYCX0awirQ0/s320/32604937-O.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Everything what we are is the result of what we have thought; it is founded in our thoughts and is done of our thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916370472246672115-246847568934125361?l=sanduniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanduniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/246847568934125361/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916370472246672115&amp;postID=246847568934125361' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916370472246672115/posts/default/246847568934125361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916370472246672115/posts/default/246847568934125361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanduniverse.blogspot.com/2007/07/buddha.html' title='Buddha'/><author><name>Milo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6510/107083608766280/220/z/577519/gse_multipart40176.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu_xb9L5luk/Ros4AwxD1TI/AAAAAAAAADA/MYCX0awirQ0/s72-c/32604937-O.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916370472246672115.post-1399583758432929978</id><published>2007-07-03T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:43:05.452-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My poems'/><title type='text'>I punish quantico</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I will create a punishment that to you destination will ride,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; in search of a governor for justice a life cruelly, it will be able to be called a revenge, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it will be able to be called a nastiness, and although it calls a name a justice it will not put for that the truth will be, that very soon will die...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Truth is that it does not exist, truth is that if that is, so so that the dead East I also must die... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dead person I am since it comes, live I will be when my end comes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; since in the end I will deduce that it is me who does not exist also... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A part will die, a governor and my kindness also will do it there will be finished &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the beginning of a bitter end, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;when it goes so far as to deduce that nothing exists actually. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dead and living the executioner will be dead and I live innocently and culprit will accompany him and they will achieve meaninglessly that the catigo is fulfilled cruelly... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Milo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916370472246672115-1399583758432929978?l=sanduniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanduniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/1399583758432929978/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916370472246672115&amp;postID=1399583758432929978' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916370472246672115/posts/default/1399583758432929978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916370472246672115/posts/default/1399583758432929978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanduniverse.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-punish-quantico.html' title='I punish quantico'/><author><name>Milo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6510/107083608766280/220/z/577519/gse_multipart40176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916370472246672115.post-5486741549913810804</id><published>2007-07-03T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:18:58.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The vision of the reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The vision of which there is an exterior world to our conscious experience, which provokes our experience but neither is constituted by her does not even depend on her to exist is named a realism. The realists argue that the absolute certainty is unattainable: with a high coarse probability. The best explanation of the fact of which our experience is formed by stable regularities that reflect the reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The human beings detect this reality based on the suffering, the sadness and foreign experiences. If our reality was perfect serious the real one without origin or reality. For true it the fact is that the coincidences are based on a world that, for the hyper-realism, escapes to a human conscience that he hopes to wake up some day, obtaining restored to the fragile human intellect of the emotions and since we feel after discovers the restored one that it does of the suffering a more bearable reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Prepared to find a response to this humble, insignificant and sad "real" life, trying to look for this happiness imposed to be able to live in harmony, the human beings finish his way with the hope to have found in his peregrinaje of the life this happiness imposed by an absorbed society in the language of coincidences, destinations, and wills... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The mink of the reality is only an interpretation based on only 10 % of all the information that gathers our brain, and distributed only in what we know ó we are thinking about knowing for mouth of the others, to if so if we have never seen a ship, for example, our vision of the "real thing" would not identify such an object, with which we would not see such an object and it would be invisible, or not really for our intellect... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The question is: What is real, is what you can see, which you can feel, which you can touch, smell or hear? the real thing there can be only interpretations of your brain, electrical impulses of a network neuronal of acquired knowledge and stored emotions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then, that is real? it erases all knowledge and feeling established in your brain and you will have a slight sign of what " might begin to be real " It liberates your mind. Milo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/916370472246672115-5486741549913810804?l=sanduniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sanduniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/5486741549913810804/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=916370472246672115&amp;postID=5486741549913810804' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916370472246672115/posts/default/5486741549913810804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/916370472246672115/posts/default/5486741549913810804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sanduniverse.blogspot.com/2007/07/vision-of-reality.html' title='The vision of the reality'/><author><name>Milo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6510/107083608766280/220/z/577519/gse_multipart40176.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
