This afternoon we forgot about now and then. Some places seem to offer a window that brings you to a place were time doesn't matter.
And no Hegel, I dissent with your opinion! My thoughts are not made out of words. Living pictures saved in my memory. I just learned to adulterate them by using words - trying to explain a thought with words just doesn't work for me. And are you asserting that I had no memory when I was a child, because I had no words? What about sharing silence?
My pictures are silent, but I can always listen to them. In my eyes, the difference between being a child and an adult is the responsibility you take. Nothing concerning a certain age. You enter these 'windows' by extracting this responsibility. Drifting like a child. Put a flower in your hair. Bubble nonsense. Got sand in my pants. Fly. Everything is about the moment - learn to live within. I'm not going to adulterate the dreams living in my heart. I was at this beach when I was eight and I'm going to be there when I'm 80.
To be nothing and to love nothing is the same thing
said Feuerbach.
we're safe.
Im trying to make a comment lol..(can't read it)
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it seems to telling a story.
..and when the sun put on her red cloths and settled the children lay down on the warm sandy beach. in the chilling blue hour mom opened the yellow book of stories: " once upon a time there lived a tiny chinese princess 'li-zi', the 13 wild ones, a faking giant and jim knopf in a land far beyond the seven seas..." - and while her voice called all the heroes by their names, the sound of waves filled the night with murmur...
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