I’m the kind of person to whom feelings are more important than logic. I seek exhilaration. This means my walls are pretty thin and that I’m willing to take risks and that I subscribe to psychically relieving mantras that drum to unearthly beats.
Each passing day brings fresh new observation, insights, and explorations on the self.
At each stage of human existence we have achieved the impossible. Our deepest potential has always created a new tomorrow.
Birds chirped a sinister tune as if they had a recollection of what this place means. Maybe they were evil birds, little demon Nazis’ whose empty souls never seeped outside the barbed wire enclosing the camp.
The eagle flew down to the mouse. Horrified, the mouse surrendered his ball of cheese in which he had spent an entire month to gather. The eagle spoke placidly, “I have not come to eat you, or your cheese. Come fly with me.”
In Self- Explorations:
We try to capture meaning, purpose and value from the essence that is constantly concentrating and dissolving before us. Meaning becomes a memory. Essence goes on to recreate.
The girl had never seen the sun set from this particular bend in the river. The way the bank was bent allowed the light to shine in such a way that it unrolled a golden carpet across the surface of the water.
I’ve encountered many books that I could not possibly part with; like strangers on the streets with gleaming eyes that reflect interesting and untold stories, a curiosity begs you to discover and explore those stories you are supposed to be a part of.