A flute of reed

When I step into the quantum soup, my conciseness tries to go up and also into the things …. If you can imagine such a distribution of the consciousness-matter.

When I try this mine notion about time grow obscure and all the events of the so called past and the possible future mix and smoothly change their color. With every new sensation from the day, every new thing I learn the whole picture of my conscious life changes. The picture of the past changes, the picture of the possible futures also – we won’t speak about the impossible ones, because one of them is to happen, but there is no sense to think about issues of the nothingness.

At these travels into the quantum soup with risen and deepened consciousness sometimes I have a “vision” about other person’s consciousness-matter – multicolored and light, also changing its shades, but the main colors stay; warm and kind fairy of thoughts wander around it and I see them. I enjoy their purity and the synchronicity with mine. I see roots in some of them that tie them to the ground.

There is nothing wrong with this, the roots shouldn’t be torn – they dry one day and fall apart by themselves. Then the consciousness-matter is free to fly … .and to dance with me …

Must then a Christ perish in torment in every age to save those that have no imagination?

The fickleness of the women I love is only equaled by the infernal constancy of the women who love me.

People are always blaming circumstances for what they are. I don't believe in circumstances. The people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and, if they can't find them, make them.

The material of a dramatist is always some conflict of human feeling with circumstances.

Life is not meant to be easy, my child but take courage: it can be delightful.

You use a glass mirror to see your face: you use works of art to see your soul.

Independence? That's middle-class blasphemy. We are all dependent on one another, every soul of us on earth.

What is life but a series of inspired follies? The difficulty is to find them to do. Never lose a chance: it doesn't come every day.

The whole strength of England lies in the fact that the enormous majority of the English people are snobs.

When two people are under the influence of the most violent, most insane, most delusive, and most transient of passions, they are required to swear that they will remain in that excited, abnormal, and exhausting condition continuously until death do them part.

My way of joking is to tell the truth. It's the funniest joke in the world.

He who can, does. He who cannot, teaches.

A lifetime of happiness! No man alive could bear it: it would be hell on earth.

Confusing monogamy with morality has done more to destroy the conscience of the human race than any other error.

America is the only country that went from barbarism to decadence without civilisation in between

The liar's punishment is, not in the least that he is not believed, but that he cannot believe any one else.

We have no more right to consume happiness without producing it than to consume wealth without producing it.

I'm only a beer teetotaler, not a champagne teetotaler. I don't like beer.

The word morality, if we met it in the Bible, would surprise us as much as the word telephone or motor car.

As long as I have a want, I have a reason for living. Satisfaction is death.

 http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/George_Bernard_Shaw

And this one, but I couldn’t find the original and I have translated it back from my language, so actually it may sound differently.

„The perfect love is the one that is limited to correspondence.”

The night wind

Brought sense.

He loves me.

The evening died

In silence

And emptiness

So that the day

Could be born

And I.

I have only myself,

But the threads

That weave my essence

Are love

And unlimited

Trust in you

And the courses

Of our fate.

It starts with shrinking of your heart.

A natural reaction to

particular climatic conditions.

The seed wakes up and

starts to grow.

You don’t feel it

at the beginning.

When its leaves

caress you tenderly

in your mind

it is too late.

It struck root.

It sucks out

all life-forces of

your old one and now

it is your only

heart.

Your root.

Its leaves speak

to the leaves

of your beloved ones

and there is nothing

you can do but

to surrender.

 

That’s how

grows and

conquers you

the flower of

the real

human

love.

...

The sun in me

and the Sun in the sky

meet

and there is an explosion

of light.

Thousands of sparks

fall into the ground,

feed it

and help the Spring

to come out.

/my first short story /

She saw him for the third time and realized clearly that she loses control. She tried to blame the magnetic storms, the Mars position, the stressful situation in the company, but … no. At these years it was getting harder and harder for her to lie herself and she didn’t put any efforts. The first time she was controlling herself by inertia, the second time with some efforts, but today … there was no sense.

If his eyes were speaking something different, may be …. but this look! As she had never seen such a look before. Eyes that were longing for her – yes, eyes that were enjoying her presence, eyes that were laughing at her jokes, yes and yes, but not eyes that wanted more form her, something she didn’t even know for herself, not eyes that were inventing her the way she didn’t even dare to imagine being.

She knew they will detect them any minute. The energy that was flowing through their bodies and going out of their eyes was like a bright ray of white light for the Masters. They had a few minutes and there was no sense in speaking.

She touched his hair, started kissing his face slowly and froze at his lips. A moment of oneness and perfect bliss that should last for the eternity they were going to be separated.

It is a clever thing the Masters have invented!

The energy of love, this bright ray of light emitted by the eyes gradually fades away if the couple lives together. When they are separated, the light doesn’t lose its strength … on the contrary. That’s way the Masters separate them. They say the light of love is needed so that the planed doesn’t fall in darkness, but is it so?

None of us knows what exactly Masters do and what their plans are. We have learned to control our feelings hoping this will never happen to us … although we don’t know what is actually happening and is there a force that can stop it.

Here they are. One came for him and one for her. They knew they will have chance to speak and see each other from a distance but to touch each other ….

Masters didn’t even give them a hope they will be together at the end of their life. There were legends about retired couples with reserved places at some of the most beautiful islands of the South Pacific, but … could they be trusted?

I feel calm,

even patient.

Wow!

Very unusual!

I am trying to breathe easy in order not to disturb this state of my mind.

I don't know if only by accident I started to feel like that at the last day of January and the first days of February. I think I hate January. I wonder why Chinese have their new year in February, but it seem a good idea to me now. I found out it will be on 7th of February this year and I am going to celebrate it somehow.

On that day actually I am flying back from London.

Yes, I am going for about two days on a business trip to London. If it was not only me and my boss and if I had some spare time I would have been much more exited.

I am not so exited now, but at least it will be some difference. I will try to enjoy it.

OK. This is it for now .... I will try to go on easy today .... easy, easy ...