Saturday, 14 January 2017

All forms that perish other forms supply, like bubbles on the sea of matter borne, they rise, they break, and to that sea return....


In the beginning was the word. The word proselytised the sea with
its message, copying itself unceasingly and forever. The word discovered
how to rearrange chemicals so as to capture little eddies in the stream of entropy and make them live. The word transformed the land surface of the planet from a dusty hell to a verdant paradise.
The word eventually blossomed and became sufficiently ingenious to build a porridgy contraption called a human brain that could
discover and be aware of the word itself.
Life is too short to waste any amount of time on wondering what other people think about you, but what's important to me is my opinion of myself ;))
I think that we are like stars. Something happens to burst us open ;) but when we burst open and think we are dying,  we’re actually turning into a supernova. And then when we look at ourselves again, we see that we’re suddenly more beautiful than we ever were before....
My porridgy contraption boggles every time I think this thought... ;))

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You are the pattern in the weaving of my existence. You are the secret code that unlocks all that is mine. You are the manner in which I dance, flying from cloud to cloud…You are the answer to all my questions, always unexpected, which raises me from one world to another.You are my sailing boat on the ocean of infinite tranquility and bliss. My most beautiful ark. Your soul has no limits, and it is in my eyes that You are endless…
And thus when I am not asking You anything then, in fact, I am asking You; And when I do not see You – I do indeed see you. And when You are silent You are speaking inside of me; and when you are asleep you are awake inside of me.....
You'll never be able to escape from your heart. So, it's better to listen to what it has to say. That way you'll never have to fear an unanticipated blow...