After the silence

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Instead of speaking - Listening to the inside can lead to an inner peace.

It sounds a bit like a stock phrase, but it is only beacause I said it loud.

If it remains inside the person, it is magnificent though.

But then... how could it be shared with others?

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Au lieu de parler - écouter l'intérieur peut mener à une paix intérieure.

Il retentit un peu comme une expression courante, mais c'est seulement le beacause I l'a dit fort.

S'il reste à l'intérieur de la personne, il est magnifique cependant.

Mais puis... comment pourrait il être partagé avec d'autres ?

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I posted this comment to a photo in Tourdivoire's photo-blog:

http://www.fotolog.com/tourdivoire/?pid=14356122

I found it so good, that I decided to enter here too.
Because it would fit to the blogs mood.
My comment can be found by the name of "mewmewgp" there.

Fire in the water

What makes the difference between the End and the Beginning,
between Life and Death,
is :
Direction

So small as we are

Sometimes I presume every people reach the thought that
what if One never would have been born?

What if One never existed,
never seen this bizarre combination of past, future and present which we usually call life?

And while getting through a unique experience of mind
One never sees the paradox in this idea.

Because if One wouldn't have been born, One couldn't be thinking of this possibility now...



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In the flow of the unknown there is something which all of us use every day, every moment.

But nobody has got a single idea, what it could be.

It is as deep as our being.

As old as humanity itself.

But maybe...

as old as the Universe...


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Mechanical dream

Today's dream - an illustration.

A huge room.
Many people, mostly children.

And few of my own age. Waiting for a university-teacher to give in some homework for him.
A boy have got his own, but in a pendrive.
He didn't have time to print it, but the deadline is near.

His pendrive is a special one, needs a cable to connect the PC.
But mine have a head which can be removed and added to his item.

I take the cup off my pendrive and give him to use it to print his work.

My tool is radiating with red light when I get the cup off it.

I need to turn its body to the floor to hide the light.
Otherwise nobody could see anything in the room.

I give the connection tool to the boy.
He can use it.
The printing is ready.
Problem solved.

Dream ended.

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Very Freudish one :))

But besides the main story line, the light was the one thing which affected me strongly.

It was strenght.

Some source of an eternal force inside me.

The funny thing is that I could bear it only for a short time.

Maybe it means I have unknown, deep instincts with which I could be more productive,
more successful,
but I can reach them only through my unconsciousness.

In my dreams.

Some day It will reach the surface of my mind.

The bees series 5

This is the last one.

Spring is going to be as long-timed as winter has been.
The middle of June is approaching and the weather is still chilly and it's raining every day.
Or every night...

Spring has a meaning of the nature's awakening, the beginning of life.
Hm...
Strange that I never felt the same.
Although I always loved the sound of birds and the sudden rain, I have a feeling of blue every summer.

Maybe this is just a short period after the cold, when my body and nerves change their attitude to the warm, changeable and dinamic summer.

Which I am looking forward.

The bees series 4

The bees series 3

This is for yesterday...

The bees series 2