we're all just prisoners here of our own device
At that moment, it seemed to him that time stood still, and the Soul of the World surged within him. When he looked into her dark eyes, and saw that her lips were poised between a laugh and silence, he learned the most important part of the language that all the world spoke-- the language that everyone on earth was capable of understanding in their heart. It was love.
Something older than humanity, more ancient than the desert. Something that exerted the same force whenever two pairs of eyes met, as had theirs here at the well. She smiled, and that was certainly an omen-- the omen he had been awaiting, without even knowing he was, for all his life. The omen he had sought to find with his sheep and in his books, in the crystals and in the silence of the desert.
It was the pure Language of the World. It required no explanation, just as the universe needs none as it travels through endless time. What the boy felt at that moment was that he was in the presence of the only woman in his life, and that, with no needs for words, she recognized the same thing. He was more certain of it than of anything in the world. He had been told by his parents and grandparents that he must fall in love and really know a person before becoming comitted. But maybe people who felt that way had never learned the universal language. Because, when you know that language, it's easy to understand that someone in the world awaits you, whether it's in the middle of the desert or in some great city. And when two such people encounter each other, and their eyes meet, the past and the future become unimportant. There is only that moment, and the incredible certainty that everything under the sun has been written by one hand only. It is the hand that evokes love, and creates a twin soul for every person in the world. Without such love, one's dreams would have no meaning.
Paulo Coelho
...so you found a girl who thinks really deep thoughts
what's so amazing about really deep thoughts
boy, you best pray that i bleed real soon
how's that thought for you?
Tori Amos
sometimes i think the people to feel the saddest for are people who are unable to connect with the profound - people such as my boring brother- in- law, a hearty type so concerned with normality and fitting in that he elimanates any possibility of uniqueness for himself and his own personality. I wonder if some day, when he is older, he will wake up and the deeper part of him will realise that he has never allowed himself to truly exist, and he will cry with regret and shame and grief....
And then sometimes i think the people to feel the saddest for are people who once knew what the profoundness was, but who lost or became numb to the sensation of wonder - people who closed the doors that lead us into the secret world - or who had the doors closed for them by time and neglect and decisions made in times of weakness.
Life after God
Douglas Coupland
You're not to be so blind with patriotism that you can't face reality. Wrong is wrong, no matter who does it or says it.
There are two ways of spreading light; to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.
Malcolm X
The problem with Paradigms,
is that Shift happens...
Something older than humanity, more ancient than the desert. Something that exerted the same force whenever two pairs of eyes met, as had theirs here at the well. She smiled, and that was certainly an omen-- the omen he had been awaiting, without even knowing he was, for all his life. The omen he had sought to find with his sheep and in his books, in the crystals and in the silence of the desert.
It was the pure Language of the World. It required no explanation, just as the universe needs none as it travels through endless time. What the boy felt at that moment was that he was in the presence of the only woman in his life, and that, with no needs for words, she recognized the same thing. He was more certain of it than of anything in the world. He had been told by his parents and grandparents that he must fall in love and really know a person before becoming comitted. But maybe people who felt that way had never learned the universal language. Because, when you know that language, it's easy to understand that someone in the world awaits you, whether it's in the middle of the desert or in some great city. And when two such people encounter each other, and their eyes meet, the past and the future become unimportant. There is only that moment, and the incredible certainty that everything under the sun has been written by one hand only. It is the hand that evokes love, and creates a twin soul for every person in the world. Without such love, one's dreams would have no meaning.
Paulo Coelho
...so you found a girl who thinks really deep thoughts
what's so amazing about really deep thoughts
boy, you best pray that i bleed real soon
how's that thought for you?
Tori Amos
sometimes i think the people to feel the saddest for are people who are unable to connect with the profound - people such as my boring brother- in- law, a hearty type so concerned with normality and fitting in that he elimanates any possibility of uniqueness for himself and his own personality. I wonder if some day, when he is older, he will wake up and the deeper part of him will realise that he has never allowed himself to truly exist, and he will cry with regret and shame and grief....
And then sometimes i think the people to feel the saddest for are people who once knew what the profoundness was, but who lost or became numb to the sensation of wonder - people who closed the doors that lead us into the secret world - or who had the doors closed for them by time and neglect and decisions made in times of weakness.
Life after God
Douglas Coupland
You're not to be so blind with patriotism that you can't face reality. Wrong is wrong, no matter who does it or says it.
There are two ways of spreading light; to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.
Malcolm X
The problem with Paradigms,
is that Shift happens...
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