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Love is openness. When the heart is open, there are no defenses, you are laid bare… Such openness implies total trust in the world. And in my life, I've never had problems with such openness.
If we accept as an axiom that the surrounding reality is a product of consciousness and perception — and that the conscious (aware) part is unconditional — then for anything to fully become "real," it must first be perceived (recognized).
You wander through the world, touching other people. Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes it's hot. Sometimes it's cold. Sometimes it's warm and gentle. Sometimes it even seems forever. But time passes, and you're on the move again.
We know for certain that the world judges us by the "ripples" on the surface and never dives deep enough to reach the bottom where...
They still wouldn’t believe it!...
The person who walks towards themselves and does everything to be true to themselves is worthy of respect by definition. It's not an easy path - the path to oneself. And it's not always grateful. A person grows only until they reach a certain spiritual purity and SINCERITY, it's very difficult for them to socialize - to fit in with this world.
He was called the Conductor. In reality, of course, the Conductor had a perfectly human name, and everyone remembered it, but he was called the Conductor, and nothing else. The thing was that the Conductor, though he was a very talented composer, performer, pianist, and much more...
Once upon a time, there lived in the world a Cat named Kitty the Cat, nicknamed Short Tail. In reality, her tail was not only of quite normal, average length but also extraordinarily fluffy and additionally of amazing color.
"Come on, Fildehn, you old blockhead, work, you bastard, come on now! You lanky twenty-year-old! Slave away, you scoundrel! Slave or I’ll toss you onto the junk heap!"
With those tender words, Clive made one last effort not to completely lose his temper.
Closing my eyes. Flashes of light. Multicolored lights of New Year's garlands? Shards of bright flashes make me turn around. I turn my head and see your dear eyes. You watched me sleep. You guarded my sleep, you didn't want to wake me, just wanted to see me bury my nose in the blanket. Listen to my steady warm breath…
Penetration Beyond the Rational. Sublimation. Transformation. A Kaleidoscopic Play of Strange Forms of Consciousness. Metamorphoses.