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the Infinite Monkey speaks: to love and be loved

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Once you begin to open yourself to love, you will learn to see it everywhere, creating a peace, a freedom, and a truth that will shift your entire experience.

– Billy Ward 

How to love and be loved

the Infinite Monkey speaks: on making the list

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My mother says we all have a list. It contains people who need us at some point, in some way.

We may not realize our role in another’s life, until retrospect sneaks in. An innocent gesture turned instrumental move can take on value to someone in need. We are Good Samaritans, unaware; the human equivalent of chicken soup.

Clarity, now sunken in, has thrust the truth that I, too, am list-worthy.

– Aline Weille

Our Lists

the Infinite Monkey speaks: on having a plan

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I didn’t say it was a *good* plan. I mean, basically, it’s wake up, bathe, do chores. But, it’s all I’ve got.

– Girl On The Contrary

It’s official. My Luck Is Hibernating.

the Infinite Monkey speaks: on being right

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I almost got hit in the crosswalk this morning by an SUV. I was in the right, so I threw my hands up and stood my ground as the maniac drove around me (my light was green, he was running a red light). It was only two minutes later when I had calmed down that I realized how stupid I was. You can be dead and still be right.

 – Ricky Anderson

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High Five for the Domesticated Bacon!

the Infinite Monkey speaks: on the theater

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It doesn’t matter how many times I go to the theater; every time the theater goes dark and the curtains slowly open I feel a little spine tingling sensation.

 – culturemonk

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Curtains Please…..

the Infinite Monkey speaks: what’s left on their hands

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Today, when I think of a teacher’s chalk covered hands, or a painter’s multicolored features, or even a mechanic’s greased fingernails, something sparks.  I see their hands and I know that they’ve the spent day creating something, building something, making something work and it shows with what’s left on their hands.

 – Kurtis The Red

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Chalk Dust