“People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so out of control that you have to transform your life…”—
“Time has this funny almost sarcastic way of reminding space that distance is not measured in accordance to the relative dimension between both; but the clear unmeasurable fact that ‘it’-time- weighs as heavy as we perceive it through a lack or a loss and as present as the constant greater realization of its exponential curve into its own version of the future.”—51 days.
“When that slow-motion, silent explosion of love takes place in me, unfolding its melting fringes and overwhelming me with the sense of something much vaster, much more enduring and powerful than the accumulation of matter or energy in any imaginable cosmos, then my mind cannot but pinch itself to see if it is really awake. I have to make a rapid inventory of the universe, just as a man in a dream tries to condone the absurdity of his position by making sure he is dreaming. I have to have all space and all time participate in my emotion, in my mortal love, so that the edge of its mortality is taken off, thus helping me to fight the utter degradation, ridicule, and horror of having developed an infinity of sensation and thought within a finite existence.”—Vladimir Nabokov — Speak, Memory (via naranzarian)
its a surprisingly refined moment when one notices that the elevation to the status of symbolic authority has to be paid by the ritualistic mind-ly death of its empirical bearer. If one is to save its legacy, one has to renounce its realistic existence. Idealism and cruelty as it turns out are the two sides of the same coin -that is, how the illusory attempt to realize an idea of a better life is that of either crudeness or subjectivity. However, it must be added that the displacement of subjectivity rather exhibits the un-readiness to come to terms with the truly traumatic core of the subject.
The conundrum here is the desire of the abstract messianic promise of some redemptive Otherness.
I remain philosophical in my opposition to any reduction of the proper un-existant measure of human nature and its criticism, for we all have the right to exist not merely by the fact of the occurrence of our birth; and I have decided I will not assume the cost of the status of a living-dead.
“the Urge to raise a thought into the false dignity of a general explanation without taking into account the historial of past conjunctions and addendum is as productive as vulgarizing and making customary to dismiss events by leaping out into nothing repeating - and hence convincing - that ‘getting over’ or ‘moving on’ is the way the spirit finds growth.
‘Through Strength’ never meant a remote impassive use of force to loop constantly the image of the vindicated in his own victimized persona. Whereas strength is used as a symbol for ‘independent’ measuring of esteem by the means of using the perception of outside factors, the world will continue to spin backwards and inwards into the -interrupted only by clarity- cycle of jumping over bridges, giving praise to ‘brand new’ and ‘clean slate’, and not to the imperatives of the wisdom of the heart that wants not to pursue constant gratification, but establish the depth of its call, its value and its own, true consonant worth in life.
For as long as we protect from hurt and pain without allowing the motif to stand clearly into the attainable spectrum of understanding through the natural occurrence of emotions, the perpetuation of a mass inclosed into its own self-centered existence will continue to proclaim the injustices of a world without love and a life without satisfaction.”—
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.”
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.