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The whole human race is running after God, though they are not aware of it. A man is born to become God and it is an innate urge but he can hardly understand it. His egoism or ‘I’-ness is the impediment to the evolution of the life-power to get transformed into God. If this ‘I’-ness is effaced then automatic transformation of life-power takes place. It is His life-power reaching the cerebrum which is transformed into God and nothing else. If this transformation is to come, it comes from within and nowhere in the four quarters of the globe, it is to be had. ↗
In altre parole, io non ci riesco a prendermi le cose che voglio. Mi sembra ridicolo pensare che le cose siano semplicemente lì, e che è colpa tua se non te le prendi. Non ci ho mai creduto alla storia che bastasse allungare la mano. E il fatto che un altro ci riesca non mi convince nemmeno per un attimo che sia vera, e questo è tutto. ↗
Valéry used to speak of those people who die in an accident because they are unwilling to let go of their umbrellas; how many subjects repressed, refracted, blinded as to their true sexuality, because they are unwilling to let go of a stereotype. ↗
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There is a duality to darkness known only to those who’ve been infected by its touch. Everyone knows the shadows: shallow, comfortable, mostly harmless places where one might nest for a night. But the depths of living pitch only visit the aristocracy of madmen and women who’ve unwittingly pledged fealty to the curse. For some, it outright ruins minds like a hound to fresh meat; for others, it wanes into the deepest parts of its less caustic sibling and waits for the time to strike, returning periodically through life like an incurable disease. ↗
And, while Cinderella and her prince did live happily ever after, the point, gentlemen, is that they lived. ↗
The room fell quiet. And as I read down the list of over one hundred and fifty eight-grade boys, I realized that to me, there had only ever been one boy. ↗
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of love. ↗
