The mystery behind each individual who enjoys controlling another more in spite of self, unfolds in the form of imagination which will continue to be superior to knowledge so long as humans are born innocent, and are limited in their ability to use their brains.
Its believers should not want to make the others believe in their beliefs in hopes of raising their value, and be aware of souls who wanted to have a destiny bigger than their own, created wonders for the others, and failed miserably in their lifespan.
Say growing up does not mean conceiving how only a fool would understand the rules of any game where each hand is dealt differently; is yet the essential invisible to the ear that does not want to hear, and silent to the eye that does not want to see?
Whether a dream, dark matter or a friendly ghost; nothing shall be worth more than the space it takes in the universe; and only the calm amidst the storm, the seeker of the tangible perfection, who sees and hears all he can see and hear, while not seeing and hearing that which he does not want to see and hear, absent interpretation, should know the way it has blown.
Nevertheless, the most nonsensical idea would have to be romance where one loves with a boundless love which must pay for its actions during a lifetime full of dreams and absent regrets; like the truth cannot exist but live, its presence is all a heart needs, and passion may prove never to be enough if a mind has been fed merely by its deeds?
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October 20, 2013 at 12:49 am
Life lives where you lost control . Love exist when you give up believes. I am gratefull for the pain…although each soul and body needs to survive !!! Mentioned your name as a master last week. … I wish I could hear your voice again …… And tell you I reviewed my life and actions for the better , I wish you could see the result !!!