Vacations

Love cannot be desired because it is an end in itself.
It cannot betray because it has nothing to do with possession.
It cannot be held prisoner because it is a river and will overflow its banks.

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Getting ready for the release of my new book all over the world! So it is time to relax a bit, watch the World Cup and wonder around beautiful fields

Begona Miguel of the Huelgas Monastery says: “San Juan de La Cruz teaches us that silence has its own music; it is silence that enables us to see ourselves and the things around us.

“I would like to add that there are words that can only be said in silence, odd as that may seem. To compose their symphonies, the great geniuses needed silence – and they managed to transform this into divine sounds. Philosophers and scientists need silence.”

“In the monastery, at night we practice what we call the ‘Great Silence’. In the absence of talk we can understand what lies beyond.”

Therefore, it is time for me to enjoy the silence. This blog takes a vacation, returning by the end of August.

You are always welcome to browse the ARCHIVES below

Enjoy your summer.
Love
Paulo

4 Ways to Overcome the Fear of Failure

by Grace Gordon, Huffington Post


1. Accept that failure is a reality.

Let’s be real here. No matter how much you learn and move forward from a failure in life, the fact of the matter is that failure does happen – even to the best of us. But you know what? Who cares! I’ve personally found that as soon as you accept failure as a reality, it won’t be this big, frightening thing that you once thought it was. You’d be surprised at how much freedom that gives you to move forward, try new things, and experience successes you might not have otherwise.

2.Remember past failures.
No really – think about the last failure you had in life. Did your world come crashing down around you? Even if it did (it has for me), chances are you’ve moved on, gotten past it, and have become stronger and wiser because of it. So the next time you find yourself not taking a certain chance or being crippled by the fear of failure, remember that you’ve overcome failure before…and you will again.

3.Listen to other people’s stories.
Something that has always encouraged me when it comes to taking risks despite the threat of failure is learning the stories of people who have achieved great things, or at least have gone through similar situations. Some of the biggest innovators and most successful people will admit to having gone through multiple failures before arriving to where they are now. The reason why brings me to my last point…

4.Learn, reflect, and learn some more.
You can study and memorize facts all day long, but there’s nothing that compares to the learning that comes from personal experience. Like I said before, failure is just a part of life – the key is how you deal with it. Not only is overcoming failure a huge step in building character, but reflecting on how and why the failure took place is what will set you up for success moving forward.

Thank you, Satyam Vaidya

“When you want something from all your heart, all the universe will conspire in helping you to achieve it.” — The Alchemist
We all have heard this quote in different ways, and got motivation by these golden words. Today I’m going to talk about the man who inspired billions of people and made them believe that everyone must have a dream and courage of taking steps to make them real.
Paulo Coelho is the Guinness world record for most translated book by a living author. His masterpiece ‘The Alchemist’ has been translated in 81 languages.
Born in Brazil as a teenager Coelho wanted to become a writer. His father was an engineer and very practical toward life, so he didn’t understood Coelho’s passion. When his father realized that he can’t manipulate Paulo, he sent him to mental institution at the age of 17. There he tried his escape for three times but couldn’t made it. At the age of 20 finally he was free.
After that he joined law school and abandoned his idea of becoming a writer. But soon after a year he dropped out and started life as nomads, traveling through South America, North America, Mexico and Europe where he started using drugs.
After his return to Brazil he started his career as lyricist. At that time he was got arrested by the ruling military government for his lyrics as they found them leftist and dangerous.
After all of these in 1986 Coelho walked a long Road to Santiago which he calls his time of spiritual awakening, and he have described it in his book The Pilgrimage. It was the turning point in his life which gave a very unique concept toward living a life.
“I was happy in doing the things I was doing. I was doing something that gave me food and water for The Alchemist.”–Paulo Coelho
In 1987 he The Alchemist was published with only 900 copies. But as soon his novel Brida with bigger publication The Alchemist went off in 1994.
The Alchemist has gone on to sell over 83 million copies and became one of the best-selling books of the history.
From a mental institution to nomad and drug addict and then the pilgrim of Road to Santiago de Compostela and now the living legend Coelho teaches us the large number of lessons through his life.
He found a unique concept of spirituality for everyone who is in the language of the world of heaven passing through our ears, and that language is love, humanity and never giving up on our dreams.
Thank you much dear Paulo Coelho for showing us true meaning of life.

10 SEC READING: careful with your work


Illustration by Ken Crane
As a boy, Abin-Alsar overheard a conversation between his father and a dervish.

“Careful with your work”, said the dervish. “Think of what future generations will say about you.”
“So what?”, replied his father, “When I die, everything shall end, and it will not matter what they say.”

Abin-Alsar never forgot that conversation.

During his whole life, he made an effort to do good, to help people and go about his work with enthusiasm.
He became well-known for his concern for others.
When he died, he left behind a great number of things which improved the quality of life in his town.

On his tombstone, he had the following epitaph engraved:

“A life which ends with death, is a worthless life.”

10 SECOND READING: the one who cared most

The writer Leo Buscaglia was once invited to be on the jury of a school competition to find ‘the child who cared most for others’.

The winner was a boy whose neighbour, a gentleman of over eighty, had just been widowed.
When he saw the old man sitting in his garden crying, the boy jumped over the fence, sat on the man’s lap and stayed there for a long time.

When he went back home, his mother asked him what he had said to the poor man.

‘Nothing,’ said the boy. ‘He’s lost his wife and that must have really hurt.

“I just went over to help him to cry.”

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Master, who was your master?

One of the great Sufi Masters, Junaid, was asked this when he was dying. His chief disciple came close to him and asked, ?Master, you are leaving us. One question has always been in our minds but

we could never gather courage enough to ask you. Who was your Master? This has been a great curiosity among your disciples because we have never heard you talk about your Master.?

Junaid opened his eyes and said, ?It will be very difficult for me to answer because I have learned from almost everybody. The whole existence has been my Master. I have learned from every event that has happened in my life. And I am grateful to all that has happened, because out of all that learning I have arrived.?
Junaid said, ?Just to satisfy your curiosity I will give you three instances.”
Dog and the Begging Bowl
 
 “Once, I was very thirsty and I was going towards the river carrying my begging bowl, the only possession I had. When I reached the river a dog rushed, jumped into the river, started drinking.
I watched for a moment and threw away my begging bowl, because it is useless. A dog can do without it. I also jumped into the river, drank as much water as I wanted. My whole body was cool because I had jumped into the river. I sat in the river for a few moments, thanked the dog, touched his feet with deep reverence because he had taught me a lesson.
I had dropped everything, all possessions, but there was a certain clinging to my begging bowl. It was a beautiful bowl, very beautifully carved, and I was always aware that somebody might steal it. Even in the night I used to put it under my head as a pillow so nobody could snatch it away. That was my last clinging-the dog helped. It was so clear: if a dog can manage without a begging bowl, I am a man, why can?t I manage? That dog was one of my Masters.”
The Patient Thief
?Secondly,? he continued, ?I lost my way in a forest and by the time I reached the nearest village that I could find, it was midnight. Everybody was fast asleep. I wandered all over the town to see if I could find somebody awake to give me shelter for the night, until finally I found one man. I asked him, ?It seems only two persons are awake in the town, you and I. Can you give me shelter for the night??
?The man said, ?I can see from your gown that you are a Sufi monk….??
The word Sufi comes from the word ‘suf’ which means wool, a woolen garment. The Sufis have used the woolen garment for centuries; hence they are called Sufis because of their garment. The man said, ?I can see you are a Sufi and I feel a little embarrassed to take you to my home. I am perfectly willing, but I must tell you who I am. I am a thief. Would you like to be a guest of a thief??
For a moment, I hesitated. The thief said, ?Look, it is better I told you. You seem hesitant. The thief is willing but the mystic seems to be hesitant to enter into the house of a thief, as if the mystic is weaker than the thief. In fact, I should be afraid of you. You may change me, You may transform my whole life! Inviting you means danger, but I am not afraid. You are welcome. Come to my home. Eat, drink, go to sleep, and stay as long as you want, because I live alone and my earning is enough. I can manage for two persons. And it will be really beautiful to chit-chat with you of great things. But you seem to be hesitant.?
And then I became aware that it was true. He asked to be forgiven. He touched the feet of the thief and he said, ?Yes, my rootedness in my own being is yet very weak. You are really a strong man and I would like to come to your home. And I would like to stay a little longer, not only for this night. I want to be stronger myself!?
The thief said, ?Come on!? He fed the Sufi, gave him something to drink, helped him to prepare for sleep and he said, ?Now I will go. I have to do my own thing. I will come back early in the morning.? Early in the morning the thief came back. Junnaid asked, ?Have you been successful??
The thief said, ?No, not today, but I will see tomorrow.?
And this happened continuously, for thirty days: every night the thief went out, and every morning he came back empty-handed. But he was never sad, never frustrated–no sign of failure on his face, always happy –and he would say, ?It doesn?t matter. I tried my best. I could not find anything today again, but tomorrow I will try. And, God willing, it can happen tomorrow if it has not happened today.?
After one month I left, and for years I tried to realize the ultimate, and it was always a failure. But each time I decided to drop the whole project I remembered the thief, his smiling face and his saying ?God willing, what has not happened today may happen tomorrow.?
Junnaid said, ?I remembered the thief as one of my greatest Masters. Without him I would not be what I am.
The Lit Candle
?And third,? he said, ?I entered into a small village. A little boy was carrying a lit candle, obviously going to the small temple of the town to put the candle there for the night.?
And Junaid asked, ?Can you tell me from where the light comes? You have lighted the candle yourself so you must have seen. What is the source of light??
The boy laughed and he said, ?Wait!? And he blew out the candle in front of Junaid. And he said, ?You have seen the light go. Can you tell me where it has gone? If you can tell me where it has gone I will tell you from where it has come, because it has gone to the same place. It has returned to the source.?
And Junaid said, ?I had met great philosophers but nobody had made such a beautiful statement: ?It has gone to its very source.? Everything returns to its source finally. Moreover, the child made me aware of my own ignorance. I was trying to joke with the child, but the joke was on me. He showed me that asking foolish questions ?From where has the light come?? is not intelligent. It comes from nowhere, from nothingness, and it goes back to nowhere, to nothingness.?
Junaid said, ?I touched the feet of the child. The child was puzzled. He said, ?Why you are touching my feet?? And I told him, ?You are my Master–you have shown me something. You have given me a great lesson, a great insight.?
?Since that time,? Junnaid said, ?I have been meditating on nothingness and slowly, slowly I have entered into nothingness. And now the final moment has come when the candle will go out, the light will go out. And I know where I am going to the same source. I remember that child with gratefulness. I can still see him standing before me, blowing out the candle.?
No situation is without a lesson, no situation at all.

Marriage & Monotony


I read Zahir recently. I could not understand clearly though that what do u think should be done to avoid making this relationship so monotonous. What are your views on what is Marriage? (question by Shipra)

How to keep our relations out of monotony is a very personal thing.
In regards to the situation you mention in The Zahir, what enabled the main character to finally re-live his passion for his wife was her absence.
I will quote here one of my favorite writers, Khalil Gibran, on the subject of marriage since I think he expressed really beautifully what marriage is:

“You were born together,
and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the white wings
of death scatter your days.
Aye, you shall be together even in the
silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love.
Let it rather be a moving sea between
the shores of your souls.

And stand together, yet not too near together.
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress
grow not in each other’s shadow.”

 

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The five regrets before dying


(One of my friends here sent me a link while commenting on “Insult the dead”. I checked it and I stumbled upon a very interesting text by Bonnie Ware. Below a resumée: )
For many years I worked in palliative care. My patients were those who had gone home to die. I was with them for the last three to twelve weeks of their lives.

When questioned about any regrets they had or anything they would do differently, common themes surfaced again and again. Here are the most common five:

1. I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.

When people realize that their life is almost over and look back clearly on it, it is easy to see how many dreams have gone unfulfilled. Most people had to die knowing that it was due to choices they had made, or not made.
From the moment that you lose your health, it is too late. Health brings a freedom very few realize, until they no longer have it.

2. I wish I didn’t work so hard.

This came from every male patient that I nursed. All of the men I nursed deeply regretted spending so much of their lives on the treadmill of a work existence.

3. I wish I’d had the courage to express my feelings.

Many people suppressed their feelings in order to keep peace with others. As a result, they settled for a mediocre existence and never became who they were truly capable of becoming. Many developed illnesses relating to the bitterness and resentment they carried as a result.

4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.

Often they would not truly realize the full benefits of old friends until their dying weeks and it was not always possible to track them down. Many had become so caught up in their own lives that they had let golden friendships slip by over the years. There were many deep regrets about not giving friendships the time and effort that they deserved. Everyone misses their friends when they are dying.

5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.

This is a surprisingly common one. Many did not realize until the end that happiness is a choice. They had stayed stuck in old patterns and habits. The so-called ‘comfort’ of familiarity overflowed into their emotions, as well as their physical lives. Fear of change had them pretending to others, and to their selves, that they were content. When deep within, they longed to laugh properly and have silliness in their life again.

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20 SEC READING: asking questions

Warriors of light always keep a certain gleam in their eyes.

They are of this world, they are part of the lives of other people and they set out on their journey with no saddlebags and no sandals.

They are often cowardly.
They do not always make the right decisions.

They suffer over the most trivial things, they have mean thoughts and sometimes believe they are incapable of growing.

They frequently deem themselves unworthy of any blessing or miracle.

They are not always quite sure what they are doing here.

They spend many sleepless nights, believing that their lives have no meaning.

That is why they are warriors of light.
Because they make mistakes.
Because they ask themselves questions.

Because they are looking for a reason – and are sure to find it.

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in in WARRIOR OF THE LIGHT: A MANUAL

20 SEC READING: The window and the mirror

A very rich young man went to see a Rabbi in order to ask his advice about what he should do with his life. The Rabbi led him over to the window and asked him:

‘What can you see through the glass?’

‘I can see men coming and going and a blind man begging for alms in the street.’

Then the Rabbi showed him a large mirror and said to him:

‘Look in this mirror and tell me what you see.’

‘I can see myself.’

‘And you can’t see the others. Notice that the window and the mirror are both made of the same basic material, glass.

‘You should compare yourself to these two kinds of glass. Poor, you saw other people and felt compassion for them.
‘Rich – covered in silver – you see yourself.

‘You will only be worth anything when you have the courage to tear away the coating of silver covering your eyes in order to be able to see again and love your fellow man.’

Conscious attention

There is a meditation exercise which consists of adding – generally for ten minutes a day – the reasons for each of our actions.

For example: “I now read this blog because I saw a link in Facebook or Twitter. I now think of such-and-such a person, because the subject I read about lead me to do so. I walked to the door, because I am going out”.
And so forth.

Buddha called this “conscious attention”. When we see ourselves repeating our ordinary routine, we realize how much wealth surrounds our life.
We understand each step, each attitude.
We discover important things, and useless thoughts.

At the end of a week – discipline is always fundamental – we are more conscious of our faults and distractions.
But we also understand that, at times, there was no reason to act the way we did, that we followed our impulses, our intuition; and now we begin to understand this silent language which God uses in order to show us the true path.

Call it intuition, signs, instinct, coincidence, any name will do – what matters is that through “conscious attention” we realize that we are often guided to the right decision.

And this makes us stronger.

 

 

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Taking the decision to follow the light

Paulo Coelho

The Warrior of the light had begun to believe that it is better to follow the light. He had already betrayed, told lies, strayed off his path, paid court to the darkness. And everything continued going well – as if nothing had happened. Now he wants to change his attitudes.

When taking this decision, he hears four comments: “You always acted wrongly. You are too old to change. You are not good. You don’t deserve it”.

He looks towards heaven, and a voice says: “well, my dear, everyone has made mistakes. You are forgiven, but I can’t force this pardon. Decide for yourself”.

The true warrior of the light accepts the pardon and then takes some precautions.

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Between faith and prayer

‘Is there anything more important than prayer?’ a disciple asked his teacher.

The teacher told the disciple to go to a nearby tree and cut off a branch. The disciple obeyed.

‘Is the tree still alive?’ asked the teacher.

‘As alive as it was before.’

‘Then go over there and slice through its roots.’

‘If I do that, the tree will die.’

‘Prayers are the branches of a tree whose roots are called Faith,’ said the teacher. ‘Faith can exist without prayer, but prayer cannot exist without faith.’

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Association of the Week: The Triangle

The triangle is one of the most elementary symbolic figures due to its geometric aspect: it’s basically the simplest way of linking three points in space with straight lines.

Yet not all triangles have the same meaning. In excavations made near to Lepenski Vir in the Danube, there was found many blocs of stones shaped like triangles and inscriptions in bones also with triangular shapes. These vestiges date from the Stone Age and are mainly composed of inverted triangles which most probably refer to the feminine sex.

In more recent times, including in Alchemic texts, the inverted triangle would symbolize water (reproducing in a geometric fashion the shape of a drop) whilst the triangle with its point up would refer to the masculine element of fire.

In the system drawn from Pythagoras (Born between 580 and 572 BC, died between 500 and 490 BC), the delta letter symbolized the cosmic birth, whilst for Hindus the same letter would represent the goddess Durga – source of life and incarnation of femininity.

In the Christian era, the triangle was increasingly used as a symbol of the Trinity and later on, during the Baroque period, God’s eye was incrusted at its center. Such a vision can also be found in the Zohar: “God’s eyes and foreheads form in the sky a triangle and they reflect mutually in water in the shape of a triangle.”

Now you take the floor: what do you associate with the triangle?

89 quotes

 

1. “Never explain. Your friends won’t need it. And haters will continue to hate (because they also hate themselves).” – Paulo Coelho

2. “There is only one thing that makes a dream impossible to achieve: the fear of failure.” – Paulo Coelho

3. “You have to take risks. We will only understand the miracle of life fully when we allow the unexpected to happen.” – Paulo Coelho

4. “Every blessing ignored becomes a curse.” – Paulo Coelho

5. “The more violent the storm, the quicker it passes.” – Paulo Coelho

6. “Everybody has a creative potential and from the moment you can express this creative potential, you can start changing the world.” – Paulo Coelho

7. “Be brave. Take risks. Nothing can substitute experience.” – Paulo Coelho

8. “When you are enthusiastic about what you do, you feel this positive energy. It’s very simple.” – Paulo Coelho

9. “Remember your dreams and fight for them. You must know what you want from life. There is just one thing that makes your dream become impossible: the fear of failure.” – Paulo Coelho

10. “When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.” – Paulo Coelho

11. “You drown not by falling into a river, but by staying submerged in it.” – Paulo Coelho

12. “Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dream.” – Paulo Coelho

13. “The more in harmony with yourself you are, the more joyful you are and the more faithful you are. Faith is not to disconnect you from reality – it connects you to reality.” – Paulo Coelho

14. “You can become blind by seeing each day as a similar one. Each day is a different one, each day brings a miracle of its own. It’s just a matter of paying attention to this miracle.” – Paulo Coelho

15. “The two worst strategic mistakes to make are acting prematurely and letting an opportunity slip; to avoid this, the warrior treats each situation as if it were unique and never resorts to formulae, recipes or other people’s opinions.” – Paulo Coelho

16. “You’re always learning. The problem is, sometimes you stop and think you understand the world. This is not correct. The world is always moving. You never reach the point you can stop making an effort.” – Paulo Coelho

17. “I’m not saying that love always takes you to heaven. Your life can become a nightmare. But that said, it is worth taking the risk.” – Paulo Coelho

18. “If you start by promising what you don’t even have yet, you’ll lose your desire to work towards getting it.” – Paulo Coelho

19. “When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.” – Paulo Coelho

20. “Life has a way of testing a person’s will, either by having nothing happen at all or by having everything happen at once.” – Paulo Coelho

21. “One day you will wake up and there won’t be any more time to do the things you’ve always wanted. Do it now.” – Paulo Coelho

22. “If you want to be successful, you must respect one rule – Never lie to yourself.” – Paulo Coelho

23. “The act of discovering who we are will force us to accept that we can go further than we think.” – Paulo Coelho

24. “The secret of life is to fall seven times and to get up eight times.” – Paulo Coelho

25. “Don’t waste your time with explanations, people only hear what they want to hear.” – Paulo Coelho

26. “Don’t give in to your fears. If you do, you won’t be able to talk to your heart.” – Paulo Coelho

27. “When you repeat a mistake, it is not a mistake anymore: it is a decision.” – Paulo Coelho

28. “People are capable at any time in their lives, of doing what they dream of.” – Paulo Coelho

29. “Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own.” – Paulo Coelho

30. “When you find your path, you must not be afraid. You need to have sufficient courage to make mistakes. Disappointment, defeat, and despair are the tools God uses to show us the way.” – Paulo Coelho

31. “The simple things are also the most extraordinary things, and only the wise can see them.” – Paulo Coelho

32. “When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.” – Paulo Coelho

33. “I can choose either to be a victim of the world or an adventurer in search of treasure. It’s all a question of how I view my life.” – Paulo Coelho

34. “When we least expect it, life sets us a challenge to test our courage and willingness to change; at such a moment, there is no point in pretending that nothing has happened or in saying that we are not yet ready. The challenge will not wait. Life does not look back. A week is more than enough time for us to decide whether or not to accept our destiny.” – Paulo Coelho

35. “We can never judge the lives of others, because each person knows only their own pain and renunciation. It’s one thing to feel that you are on the right path, but it’s another to think that yours is the only path.” – Paulo Coelho

36. “Nothing in the world is ever completely wrong. Even a stopped clock is right twice a day.” – Paulo Coelho

37. “People never learn anything by being told, they have to find out for themselves.” – Paulo Coelho

38. “You are what you believe yourself to be.” – Paulo Coelho

39. “What is a teacher? I’ll tell you: it isn’t someone who teaches something, but someone who inspires the student to give of her best in order to discover what she already knows.” – Paulo Coelho

40. “When someone leaves, it’s because someone else is about to arrive.” – Paulo Coelho

41. “Life is too short, or too long, for me to allow myself the luxury of living it so badly.” – Paulo Coelho

42. “There are moments when troubles enter our lives and we can do nothing to avoid them. But they are there for a reason. Only when we have overcome them will we understand why they were there.” – Paulo Coelho

43. “No one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone. That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it.” – Paulo Coelho

44. “I don’t live in either my past or my future. I’m interested only in the present. If you can concentrate always on the present, you’ll be a happy man. Life will be a party for you, a grand festival, because life is the moment we’re living now.” – Paulo Coelho

45. “If you’re brave enough to say goodbye, life will reward you with a new hello.” – Paulo Coelho

46. “All you have to do is pay attention: lessons always arrive when you are ready.” – Paulo Coelho

47. “Live truly and forgive quickly.” – Paulo Coelho

48. “You will never be able to escape from your heart. So it is better to listen to what it has to say.” – Paulo Coelho

49. “Happiness is something that multiplies when it is divided.” – Paulo Coelho

50. “Whatever you decide to do, make sure it makes you happy.” – Paulo Coelho

51. “Blessed are those who do not fear solitude, who are not afraid of their own company, who are not always desperately looking for something to do, something to amuse themselves with, something to judge.” – Paulo Coelho

52. “Don’t allow your mind to tell your heart what to do. The mind gives up easily.” – Paulo Coelho

53. “Miracles only happen if you believe in miracles.” – Paulo Coelho

54. “Fortunate are those who take the first steps.” – Paulo Coelho

55. “Do something instead of killing time. Because time is killing you.” – Paulo Coelho

56. “A life without cause is a life without effect.” – Paulo Coelho

57. “If you think adventure is dangerous, try routine: it is lethal.” – Paulo Coelho

58. “Close some doors today, not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because they lead you nowhere.” – Paulo Coelho

59. “Joy is sometimes a blessing, but it is often a conquest. Our magic moment help us to change and sends us off in search of our dreams. Yes, we are going to suffer, we will have difficult times, and we will experience many disappointments — but all of this is transitory it leaves no permanent mark. And one day we will look back with pride and faith at the journey we have taken.” – Paulo Coelho

60. “Talent is a universal gift, but it takes a lot of courage to use it. Don’t be afraid to be the best.” – Paulo Coelho

61. “Never give up. When your heart becomes tired, just walk with your legs – but move on.” – Paulo Coelho

62. “You must always know what it is that you want.” – Paulo Coelho

63. “It is possible to avoid pain? Yes, but you’ll never learn anything. Is it possible to know something without ever having experiencing it? Yes, but it will never truly be part of you.” – Paulo Coelho

64. “You have two choices, to control your mind or to let your mind control you.” – Paulo Coelho

65. “The secret is here in the present. If you pay attention to the present, you can improve upon it. And, if you improve on the present, what comes later will also be better.” – Paulo Coelho

66. “People are afraid to pursue their most important dreams, because they feel that they don’t deserve them, or that they’ll be unable to achieve them.” – Paulo Coelho

67. “People are never satisfied. If they have a little, they want more. If they have a lot, they want still more. Once they have more, they wish they could be happy with little, but are incapable of making the slightest effort in that direction.” – Paulo Coelho

68. “Freedom is not the absence of commitments, but the ability to choose – and commit myself to – what is best for me.” – Paulo Coelho

69. “There is only one way to learn. It’s through action. Everything you need to know you have learned through your journey.” – Paulo Coelho

70. “What hurts us is what heals us.” – Paulo Coelho

71. “Whenever you want to achieve something, keep your eyes open, concentrate and make sure you know exactly what it is you want. No one can hit their target with their eyes closed.” – Paulo Coelho

72. “Forgive but do not forget, or you will be hurt again. Forgiving changes the perspectives. Forgetting loses the lesson.” – Paulo Coelho

73. “Sometimes, we are so attached to our way of life that we turn down wonderful opportunities simply because don’t know what to do with it.” – Paulo Coelho

74. “Be crazy! But learn how to be crazy without being the center of attention. Be brave enough to live different.” – Paulo Coelho

75. “People learn twenty-five percent from their teacher, twenty-five percent from listening to themselves, twenty-five percent from their friends, and twenty-five percent from time.” – Paulo Coelho

76. “Haters are confused admirers who can’t understand why everybody else likes you.” – Paulo Coelho

77. “Go for the impossible. I always tried to find my own limits. So far I did not find them, so my universe is in constant expansion.” – Paulo Coelho

78. “Timidity puts obstacles in your path, boldness eliminates them.” – Paulo Coelho

79. “‘Someday’, ‘maybe’ and ‘if’ are very dangerous words that must be avoided.” – Paulo Coelho

80. “Don’t listen to the malicious comments of those friends who, never taking any risks themselves, can only see other people’s failures.” – Paulo Coelho

81. “All battles in life serve to teach us something, even the battles we lose.” – Paulo Coelho

82. “Stop thinking all the time that you’re in the way, that you’re bothering the person next to you. If people don’t like it, they can complain. And if they don’t have courage to complain, that’s their problem.” – Paulo Coelho

83. “Those who never take risks can only see other people’s failures.” – Paulo Coelho

84. “The most important experiences we can have are those that take us to the very limit. That is the only way we learn, because it requires all our courage.” – Paulo Coelho

85. “The world lies in the hands of those who have the courage to dream and who take the risk of living out their dreams – each according to his or her own talent.” – Paulo Coelho

86. “It is always important to know when something has reached its end. Closing circles, shutting doors, finishing chapters, it doesn’t matter what we call it; what matters is to leave in the past those moments in life that are over.” – Paulo Coelho

87. “Tragedy always brings about radical change in our lives, a change that is associated with the same principle: loss. When faced by any loss, there’s no point in trying to recover what has been; it’s best to take advantage of the large space that opens up before us and fill it with something new.” – Paulo Coelho

88. “It’s what you do in the present that will redeem the past and thereby change the future.” – Paulo Coelho

89. “The world is changed by your example, not by your opinion.” – Paulo Coelho

HIPPIE: PREMIER CHAPITRE

En septembre 1970, deux places se disputaient le privilège d’être considérées comme le centre du monde : celle de Piccadilly Circus, à Londres, et celle du Dam, à Amsterdam. Mais tout le monde ne le savait pas : la plupart des gens, si on leur avait posé la question, auraient répondu : « La Maison Blanche, aux États-Unis, et le Kremlin, en URSS. » Parce que ces gens tiraient leurs informations des journaux, de la télévision, de la radio – des moyens de communication déjà complètement dépassés, qui ne retrouveraient jamais la pertinence de leurs débuts.

 

En septembre 1970, les billets d’avion étaient hors de prix, et seule une élite pouvait se permettre de voyager.Bon, pas tout à fait. Une multitude de jeunes aussi, dont les vieux médias ne retenaient que l’apparence : ils avaient les cheveux longs, des vêtements bariolés, ne se lavaient pas – ce qui était faux, mais les plus jeunes ne lisaient pas les journaux, et les adultes croyaient en n’importe quelle nouvelle à même d’insulter ceux qu’on considérait comme une « menace pour laavec leurs mauvais exemples de libertinage et d’« amour libre », comme on le disait avec mépris, ils représentaient un risque pour toute une génération studieuse et désireuse de réussir dans la vie. Eh bien cette multitude de jeunes chaque jour plus nombreuse se faisait passer des informations par un système que personne, absolument personne, n’arrivait à détecter.

Mais attention, le « Courrier Invisible » se souciait peu de discourir sur la dernière Volkswagen sortie ou sur les lessives en poudre à la mode dans le monde entier. Les nouvelles qu’il véhiculait se résumaient à la prochaine grande route qu’allaient parcourir ces jeunes insolents, sales, qui pratiquaient l’« amour libre » et s’habillaient d’une façon choquante pour les gens de bon goût. Les filles couvraient de fleurs leurs cheveux tressés et portaient des jupes longues, des blouses colorées sans soutien-gorge, des colliers aux perles et aux couleurs les plus diverses ; les garçons avaient la barbe et les cheveux longs, des jeans délavés usés jusqu’à la corde, car les jeans étaient chers partout dans le monde, sauf aux États-Unis – où ils avaient quitté les ghettos ouvriers pour se répandre dans les gigantesques concerts de San Francisco et ses alentours.

Si le « Courrier Invisible » existait, c’était parce que ces jeunes étaient toujours fourrés dans les concerts, à échanger sur les lieux où il fallait aller et sur les façons de découvrir le monde sans devoir monter dans un car de tourisme, où un guide décrivait les paysages pendant que les plus jeunes s’ennuyaient et que les plus vieux s’endormaient. Et société et les bonnes moeurs ». Et ainsi, par le bouche-à-oreille, ils savaient tous où se tiendrait le prochain concert ou quelle serait la prochaine grande route à parcourir. L’argent n’était une limite pour personne, parce que l’auteur préféré de cette communauté n’était ni Platon ni Aristote, ni les bandes dessinées des rares dessinateurs à avoir accédé au statut de célébrité.

Non, le livre qui accompagnait presque chacun sur le Vieux Continent s’intitulait L’Europe à cinq dollars par jour d’Arthur Frommer.

On pouvait y trouver où se loger, où manger, ce qu’il y avait à voir, où se retrouver et où écouter de la musique live sans presque rien dépenser. La seule erreur de Frommer était d’avoir limité son guide à l’Europe. N’y avait-il pas d’autres endroits intéressants ? Les gens n’étaient-ils pas plus enclins à aller en Inde qu’à Paris ? Frommer allait combler cette lacune quelques années plus tard. En attendant, c’était le « Courrier Invisible » qui se chargeait de promouvoir un parcours à travers l’Amérique du Sud jusqu’à l’ancienne cité perdue de Machu Picchu. Tout en recommandant de ne pas trop en parler aux noninitiés, sous peine de voir le lieu rapidement envahi par des barbares munis d’appareils photo et par des guides débitant d’interminables discours (vite oubliés), qui expliquaient comment un groupe d’Indiens avait créé une cité cachée, indétectable hormis du ciel – ce qu’ils pensaient impossible, puisque les hommes ne volaient pas.

Soyons précis : il existait en fait un second grand best-seller, pas aussi populaire que le livre de Frommer, mais que dévoraient tous ceux qui avaient déjà eu leur période socialiste, marxiste, anarchiste – des périodes débouchant toujours sur une profonde désillusion de ces courants inventés par des individus qui proclamaient : « La prise de pouvoir des travailleurs du monde entier est inévitable », ou : « La religion est l’opium du peuple », une phrase absurde prouvant que son auteur ne comprenait rien au peuple et encore moins à l’opium.

Parce que ces jeunes mal habillés, entre autres choses, croyaient en Dieu, aux dieux, aux déesses, aux anges et aux choses de ce genre. Le seul problème était que ce livre-là, Le Matin des magiciens, écrit par le Français Louis Pauwels et le Russe Jacques Bergier – scientifique de renom, ancien espion, chercheur infatigable en occultisme –, disait exactement le contraire des ouvrages politiques : le monde comportait des mystères passionnants, des alchimistes, des mages, des Cathares, des Templiers. Le contenu de cet ouvrage et les énigmes qu’il mentionnait l’empêchaient de devenir un grand succès de librairie, d’autant qu’un seul exemplaire était lu par au moins dix personnes d’affilée, vu son coût exorbitant. Enfin, comme il parlait aussi de Machu Picchu, tout le monde voulait aller au Pérou.

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Mais revenons à nos moutons : des jeunes du monde entier, qui avaient au moins pu obtenir ce bien inestimable appelé « passeport », se rencontraient sur les fameuses « routes hippies ». Personne ne savait exactement ce que le mot hippie signifiait, et ça n’avait aucune forme d’importance. Peut-être « grande tribu sans chef » ou « marginaux pacifiques », ou encore toutes les descriptions faites en ouverture de ce chapitre.

Les passeports, ces petits carnets fournis par le gouvernement et soigneusement gardés, avec plus ou moins d’argent (peu importait) dans une pochette accrochée par un élastique à la ceinture, avaient deux finalités. La première, comme nous le savons tous, était de permettre le passage des frontières, du moment que les douaniers ne se laissaient pas embobiner par les journaux et ne refoulaient pas le porteur à cause de ces vêtements, ces cheveux, ces fleurs, ces colliers, ces perles et ces sourires qui semblaient dus à un état d’extase constant – communément, mais injustement, attribué aux drogues démoniaques que ces hurluberlus consommaient, selon la presse, en quantités exponentielles.

La seconde fonction du passeport était de venir au secours de son détenteur en cas de situations extrêmes, quand il n’avait plus un sou et personne à qui demander de l’aide. Le fameux « Courrier Invisible» était toujours là pour indiquer les lieux où le petit carnet pouvait être vendu. Le prix variait selon le pays : un passeport de Suède, où tout le monde était grand et blond aux yeux clairs, ne coûtait pas bien cher : il ne pouvait être revendu qu’à des grands blonds aux yeux clairs, qui en général n’étaient pas légion. Mais un passeport brésilien valait une fortune au marché noir – puisque au Brésil, en plus de grands et blonds aux yeux clairs, il y avait aussi des Noirs de toute taille aux yeux marron, des Asiatiques aux yeux bridés, des Métis, des Indiens, des Arabes, des Juifs… Bref, cet immense bouillon de culture expliquait que ce document d’identité soit l’un des plus convoités de la planète.

Une fois le passeport vendu, son propriétaire initial se rendait au consulat de son pays et, feignant la terreur et l’abattement, racontait qu’on l’avait agressé et qu’on lui avait tout volé : il se retrouvait sans argent et sans papiers. Les consulats des pays les plus riches offraient alors un passeport et un billet de retour gratuit, billet que le plaignant refusait aussitôt sous prétexte que « quelqu’un me doit pas mal  d’argent, je dois le récupérer avant ». Quant à ceux des pays pauvres, en général soumis à des  gouvernements plus sévères, aux mains des militaires, ils menaient une véritable enquête pour savoir si le demandeur ne figurait pas sur la liste des « terroristes » recherchés pour subversion. Après avoir constaté que la jeune femme ou le jeune homme avait un casier judiciaire vierge, ils étaient obligés, bien malgré eux, de lui fournir le sésame. En  revanche, ces consulats n’offraient aucun billet de retour, ne voyant pas l’intérêt de renvoyer dans leur propre pays ces aberrations vivantes qui risquaient d’influencer toute une génération éduquée dans le respect de Dieu, de la famille et de la propriété.

 

Pour en revenir aux destinations : après Machu Picchu, ce fut le tour de Tiahuanaco, en Bolivie. Puis de Lhassa, au Tibet, où il était très difficile d’entrer, toujours selon le « Courrier Invisible », à cause d’une révolte des moines contre les gardes rouges chinois. L’existence de ces heurts paraissait peu probable, néanmoins personne n’allait risquer un si long voyage pour se retrouver prisonnier d’un camp ou d’un autre. Mais les philosophes de l’époque, les Beatles, qui s’étaient justement séparés en avril de cette année-là, avaient annoncé peu avant que la grande sagesse de la planète se trouvait en Inde. Il n’en fallut pas plus pour attirer là-bas des jeunes du monde entier, en quête de sagesse, connaissance, gourous, voeux de pauvreté, illumination, rencontre avec My Sweet Lord.

Le « Courrier Invisible », toutefois, annonça que le grand gourou des Beatles, Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, avait fait des avances à Mia Farrow, une actrice qui avait connu des déceptions amoureuses. Elle s’était rendue en Inde sur l’invitation du groupe, peut-être pour se guérir des traumatismes liés à ces histoires qui semblaient la poursuivre comme un mauvais karma.

Mais tout indiquait que le karma de Mia Farrow avait lui aussi voyagé jusqu’à cet endroit, avec John, Paul, George et Ringo. D’après ses dires, elle était en train de méditer dans la grotte du grand gourou  quand il l’avait attrapée et avait voulu la forcer à coucher avec lui. À cette époque, Ringo était déjà rentré en Angleterre, sa femme détestant la nourriture indienne, et Paul aussi avait quitté les lieux, convaincu que cela ne le mènerait nulle part.

Seuls George et John étaient encore au temple de Maharishi quand Mia les rejoignit, en larmes, et leur raconta sa mésaventure. Ils firent leurs valises sur-lechamp et quand l’Illuminé vint leur demander ce qui se passait, Lennon lui répondit sèchement :

« Si tu es si illuminé que ça, tu le sais très bien, abruti ! »

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Mais en septembre 1970, les femmes dominaient le monde – ou plus exactement, les jeunes femmes hippies dominaient le monde. Les hommes leur mangeaient dans la main et savaient très bien que ce n’était pas la mode qui les séduisait – elles étaient bien meilleures qu’eux en la matière –, alors ils prirent le parti d’accepter une fois pour toutes qu’ils dépendaient d’elles et adoptèrent un air d’abandon et de supplique implicite : « Protège-moi, je suis seul et je n’arrive à rencontrer personne, je crois que le monde m’a oublié et que l’amour m’a quitté pour toujours. » Elles choisissaient leurs mâles sans penser une seule seconde au mariage, juste à passer un bon moment grâce à une partie de jambes en l’air   intense et créative. Et elles avaient toujours le dernier mot, aussi bien pour des sujets importants que pour des choses accessoires et superficielles. Alors quand le « Courrier Invisible » répandit la nouvelle de l’agression sexuelle qu’avait subie Mia Farrow et de la phrase lancée par Lennon, tout le monde changea aussitôt de destination.

Une autre route hippie fut créée : Amsterdam (Pays-Bas) – Katmandou (Népal), dans un bus dont le billet coûtait moins de 100 dollars et qui traversait des pays certainement très intéressants : la Turquie, le Liban, l’Iran, l’Irak, l’Afghanistan, le Pakistan et une partie de l’Inde (très loin du temple de Maharishi, soit dit au passage). Le voyage durait de longues semaines et parcourait une quantité incroyable de kilomètres.

 

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Karla était assise place du Dam et se demandait quand l’individu qui l’accompagnerait dans cette aventure magique (à ses yeux, bien sûr) allait bien pouvoir apparaître. Elle avait quitté son emploi à Rotterdam, qui n’était qu’à une heure de train, mais désireuse d’économiser le moindre centime elle était venue en stop, ce qui lui avait pris presque une journée. Elle avait découvert l’existence d’un bus pour le Népal dans un des nombreux journaux alternatifs
que des gens convaincus d’avoir quelque chose à dire au monde fabriquaient avec beaucoup de sueur, d’amour et de travail, pour les vendre ensuite à un prix dérisoire.

Au bout d’une semaine d’attente, ses nerfs commencèrent à s’échauffer. Elle avait abordé une dizaine de garçons venus du monde entier, qui n’avaient d’autre ambition que de rester ici, sur cette place sans le moindre attrait, mis à part un monument en forme de phallus qui aurait au moins dû stimuler leur virilité et leur courage. Mais non : aucun d’entre eux n’était prêt à aller dans des endroits aussi inconnus.

Ce n’était pas une question de distance : la plupart venaient des États-Unis, d’Amérique latine, d’Australie ou d’autres pays lointains, ils avaient donc dépensé une somme d’argent considérable pour leurs billets d’avion et dû passer de nombreux postes-frontières,  où ils pouvaient se faire refouler et renvoyer dans leurs pays d’origine sans même avoir connu l’une des deux capitales du monde. Ils débarquaient là, s’asseyaient sur cette place sans charme, fumaient de la marijuana, se réjouissaient de pouvoir le faire au nez et à la barbe des policiers, et se faisaient littéralement séquestrer par des sectes et des religions qui abondaient en ville. Ils oubliaient, pour un temps du moins, ce dont on leur rebattait les oreilles : « Fiston, tu dois aller à l’université, couper ces cheveux ; ne fais pas honte à tes parents sinon les autres (mais quels autres ?) vont raconter que nous t’avons mal élevé ; ce que tu écoutes ce n’est pas de la musique ; il est temps que tu trouves un travail, regarde ton frère (ou ta soeur) qui est plus jeune et qui peut se faire plaisir avec son argent sans rien nous demander. »
Loin de la sempiternelle litanie familiale, ils étaient devenus libres. Et ils étaient heureux, parce que les voyages forment la jeunesse  – mais l’expliquer à ses parents était une autre paire de manches.
« Papa, je sais que tu veux que j’aie un diplôme, mais je pourrai en avoir un n’importe quand, maintenant j’ai besoin d’expérience. »

When You Thought I Wasn’t Looking


EM PORTUGUES: Quando você achou que eu não estava olhando


by Mary Rita Schilke Korzan
When you thought I wasn’t looking
You hung my first painting on the refrigerator
And I wanted to paint another.

When you thought I wasn’t looking
You fed a stray cat
And I thought it was good to be kind to animals.

When you thought I wasn’t looking
You baked a birthday cake just for me
And I knew that little things were special things.

When you thought I wasn’t looking
You said a prayer
And I believed there was a God that I could always talk to.

When you thought I wasn’t looking
You kissed me good-night
And I felt loved.

When you thought I wasn’t looking
I saw tears come from your eyes
And I learned that sometimes things hurt””
But that it’s alright to cry.

When you thought I wasn’t looking
You smiled
And it made me want to look that pretty too.

When you thought I wasn’t looking
You cared
And I wanted to be everything I could be.

When you thought I wasn’t looking””
I looked . . .
And wanted to say thanks
For all those things you did
When you thought I wasn’t looking.

The hidden face of love

 

For a good part of my life, one of those stories left me very intrigued: the myth of Psyche.

Once upon a time … a beautiful princess was admired by all but nobody dared to ask for her hand in marriage. In despair, the king consulted the god Apollo, who told him that Psyche should be left alone, dressed in mourning, on top of a mountain. Before day broke a serpent would come to meet and marry her. The king obeyed, and all night the princess waited, in terror and dying of cold, for her husband to appear.

She finally fell asleep. When she awoke she was in a beautiful palace, transformed into a queen. Every night her husband came to her and they made love, but he had imposed a sole condition: Psyche could have all she desired but she had to show utter trust and could never see his face.

The young woman lived happily for a long time; she had comfort, affection, happiness, she was in love with the man who came to her every night. However, now and again she was afraid she was married to a horrid serpent. Early one morning, while her husband was sleeping, she shone a lamp on the bed, and saw lying there by her side Eros (or Cupid), a man of exceptional beauty. The light woke him up; he discovered that the woman he loved was incapable of respecting his only desire, and disappeared.

Whenever I read this text, I used to wonder: can we never discover the face of love?

 

10 SEC READ: Offending you (Engl, Port, Espa, Fran)

I DON’T WANT TO OFFEND YOU

You only understand the power and importance of forgiveness if you had been forgiven. The short story below illlustrates this:

During a pilgrimage to a sacred place, a holy man began to feel the presence of God. In the midst of a trance he knelt down, hid his face and prayed:
“Lord, I ask for only one thing in life: that I be given the grace of never offending you.”

“I cannot grant you that grace,” answered the Almighty. ‘If you don’t offend me I shall have no reason to pardon you. If I have no need to pardon you, soon you will also forget the importance of mercy towards others.

“So go on your way with Love and let me grant pardon now and again so that you don’t forget that virtue as well.”

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EU NÃO DESEJO OFENDE-LO

Durante uma peregrinação a um lugar sagrado, o homem santo comçou a sentir a presení§a de Deus ao seu lado. Ajoelhou-se, escondeu a face e rezou
“Senhor, peço apenas uma coisa nesta vida; que me seja concedida a graça de jamais ofende-Lo.

“Ní£o posso lhe conceder esta graça” – respondeu o Altí­ssimo. ” Se vo nao me ofender, eu não terei necessidade de perdoa-lo. Se eu não precisar perdoa-lo, voce em breve esquecerá a importância da compaixão pelos outros”.

“Portanto, continue seu caminho com amor, e permita-me perdoa-lo de vez em quando, para manter lembra-lo sempre desta virtude”

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NO QUIERO OFENDERTE (trad. José Ureña)

Solo entiendes el poder y la importancia del perdón si has sido perdonado. La corta historia a continuación lo ilustra:
Durante un peregrinaje a un lugar sagrado, un hombre santo comenzó a sentir la presencia de Dios. En medio del trance, se arrodilló, escondió su cara y rezó:
“Señor, te pido solo una cosa en mi vida, que se me dé la gracia de nunca ofenderte.”
“No puedo concederte esa gracia”, responde el Todopoderoso. “Si no me ofendes no tendré motivos para perdonarte. Si no necesito perdonarte, pronto se te olvidará la importancia de la misericordia hacia los demás”
“Así­ que sigue tu camino con amor y déjame concederte perdón una y otra vez para que no olvides la importancia de esta virtud.”

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“JE NE VEUX PAS T’OFFENSER” (trad. Marie-Christine)

Tu comprends seulement le pouvoir et l’importance du pardon si tu as ete pardonne. La courte histoire ci-dessous illustre ceci:

Pendant un pelerinage dans un endroit religieux, un saint homme commenca a sentir la presence de Dieu. Au milieu d’une transe il se mit a genoux, cacha son visage et se mit a prier.
“Seigneur, je te demande seulement une chose dans la vie que me soit donne la grace de ne jamais t’offenser”.
“Je ne peux pas t’accorder cette grace” repondit le tout-puissant. Si tu ne m’offusques pas je n’aurais aucune raison de te pardonner. Si je n’ai aucun besoin de te pardonner, bientot tu oublieras agalement l’importance de la pitie envers les autres.”

“Alors, vas vers ton chemin avec Amour et laisses-moi accorder le pardon de temps en temps pour que tu n’oublies pas cette vertu aussi.”

Character of the week: Henry Miller

Example moves the world more than doctrine. Every man has his own destiny: the only imperative is to follow it, to accept it, no matter where it leads him.

Art is only a means to life, to the life more abundant. It is not in itself the life more abundant. It merely points the way, something which is overlooked not only by the public, but very often by the artist himself. In becoming an end it defeats itself.

Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music – the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself. In the attempt to defeat death man has been inevitably obliged to defeat life, for the two are inextricably related. Life moves on to death, and to deny one is to deny the other.

Moralities, ethics, laws, customs, beliefs, doctrines – these are of trifling import. One of the reasons why so few of us ever act, instead of react, is because we are continually stifling our deepest impulses. All that matters is that the miraculous become the norm.
Imagination is the voice of daring. If there is anything Godlike about God it is that. He dared to imagine everything. The man who looks for security, even in the mind, is like a man who would chop off his limbs in order to have artificial ones which will give him no pain or trouble.

Henry Valentine Miller (26 December 1891 – 7 June 1980) was an American novelist and painter. He was known for breaking with existing literary forms and developing a new sort of ‘novel’ that is a mixture of novel, autobiography, social criticism, philosophical reflection, surrealist free association, and mysticism. For the author of this blog, he is one of the best writers of the XX Century

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