Starf**er - Medicine lyrics

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Starf**er - Medicine lyrics

Don't you see we have something here? Which I will call not philosophy, except in the most ancient sense of basic curiosity. Never remember Your birthday, or anything you like. Sorry, so helpless, so help you, anyway you'd like. Take your medicine. Take your medicine. Take your medicine. Take your medicine. Take your medicine. Take your medicine. Take your medicine. The following of them does not depend on believing in anything, in obeying anything, or on doing any specific rituals (although rituals are included for certain purposes because it is a purely experimental approach to life). Never remember, Your birthday, or anything you like. Sorry, so helpless, So help you, anyway you'd like. Take your medicine. Take your medicine. Take your medicine. Take your medicine. Take your medicine. Take your medicine. Take your medicine. This is something like a person who has defective eyesight and is seeing spots and all sorts of illusions, and goes to an ophthalmologist to correct his vision. Buddhism is, therefore, a corrective of psychic vision. It is to be dis-enthralled by the game of Maya. It is not, incidentally, to regard the Maya as something evil, but to regard it as a good thing of which one can have too much, and therefore one gets psychic and spiritual indigestion-from which we all suffer. When I was a small boy I used to haunt that section of London around the British Museum, and one day I came across a shop that had a notice over the window which said: "Philosophical Instruments." Now even as a boy I knew something about philosophy but I could not imagine what philosophical instruments might be. So I went up to the window and there displayed Were chronometers, slide rules, scales, and all kinds of what we would now call scientific instruments. Because science used to be called natural philosophy. Because, as Aristotle says, the beginning of philosophy is wonder. Philosophy is man's expression of curiosity about everything, his attempt to make sense of the world, primarily through his intellect; That is to say his faculty for thinking.