Il n’y a que la différence qui se répète. Cela signifie que si vous voulez retrouver une émotion, ou quelque chose qui ressemble à une émotion, il faudra forcément qu’il y ait une différence car quand vous avez eu cette émotion, ce goût, ce qui vous a étreint, il y avait un effet de nouveau, un effet de surprise. Si vous perdez cet effet de nouveau, vous ne le connaissez pas. Il n’y a que la chose différente qui puisse prétendre être un peu la même. C’est une des raisons, la plus profonde de toutes les raisons, pour laquelle on ne peut pas s’habituer au réel.
Love every leaf… Love the animals, love the plants, love everything. If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery in things. Once you have perceived it, you will begin to comprehend it better every day, and you will come at last to love the world with an all-embracing love. Love the animals: God has given them the rudiments of thought and untroubled joy. So do not trouble it, do not harass them, do not deprive them of their joy, do not go against God’s intent. Man, do not exalt yourself above the animals: they are without sin, while you in your majesty defile the earth by your appearance on it, and you leave the traces of your defilement behind you — alas, this is true of almost every one of us! …(…)… My young brother asked even the birds to forgive him. It may sound absurd, but it is right none the less, for everything, like the ocean, flows and enters into contact with everything else: touch one place, and you set up a movement at the other end of the world. It may be senseless to beg forgiveness of the birds, but, then, it would be easier for the birds, and for the child, and for every animal if you were yourself more pleasant than you are now. Everything is like an ocean, I tell you. Then you would pray to the birds, too, consumed by a universal love, as though in ecstasy, and ask that they, too, should forgive your sin. Treasure this ecstasy, however absurd people may think it. Dostoyevsky
History proved that stillness carries infinity. But i keep moving. I work on immateriality. Give up disputes and nonsense, pray in front of the clouds, unite, fall to shreds, exercise cruelly, give the language of forms to the clouds, captivating glossolalia. Not being able to say anything. I Work on immateriality.
It is hard to describe the flood of happiness felt by an adult who has spent most of his life in one crowded place, starting a new life in a place far away, a place of nature water and beauty and discovering that such infatuation is possible and refreshing , renews his youth at any age. Especially when the mind is open to the miracle of renewal.
There is something primordially powerful about immersing yourself into the water and propelling yourself into motion and silent thought, the daily bustle of the world left to the land. Most of the researches to understand how swimming affects the brain has been done in rats. The researchers found that 20 minutes of moderate-intensity breaststroke swimming improved their cognitive function. My brain must probably be like a zebrafish.
“To maintain, in the shadows, that noble pride of individuality which consists in not insisting at all with life. Being, in the whirling of the worlds of the universe, like the floral dust that an unknown wind raises in the evening breeze, and the torpor of dusk lets it rest in a random place, indistinct among greater things. Be this with a sure knowledge, neither cheerful nor sad, grateful to the sun for its brilliance and to the stars for their remoteness. Don’t be more, don’t have more, don’t want more “Fernando Pessoa
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