being

Anywhere - and, it follows, nowhere - can be a place. As long as we are there, to think and talk, to listen and respond. The world, once conscious of itself in the form of human making, is a vast concert hall. What sounds there is not the divine music of celestial spheres, as the ancient Greek mathematicians believed, but the sound of one human after another issuing the daily plea: to be heard, to be understood, to be accommodated.

Comes the tipping point in life, when we decide to a __top and search_ and our emotional police bring us to a standstill. This allows us to scan all the little details in the spectrum of our being; scour all fuzzy or cryptic elements that are floating around in our mind and restore the fault lines in the cluttered tale of our life. ("The world was somewhere else")

The mind creates those things that exist.

Man keeps looking for a truth that fits his reality. Given our reality, the truth doesn't fit.

She__ a manner of speaking.Even the flowers don__ come back, or the green leaves.There are new flowers, new green leaves.There are other beautiful days.Nothing comes back, nothing repeats itself, because everything is real.

They may love you', she whispered, 'but they'll never understand.

Well, there is no sin in being gay. The immorality comes from engaging in forbidden behavior. Therefore, the Christian homosexual is in the same situation as the unmarried heterosexual. He (or she) is expected to control his or her lusts and live a holy life. I know this is a tough position to take, and some will argue with it. But I stand on the authority of Scripture, and I have no license to edit it.

Practice makes better and prayer makes perfect. The more we do, the easier it gets, and all the while praying perfects us in the art.

In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.Speech is born out of longing,True description from the real taste.The one who tastes, knows;the one who explains, lies.How can you describe the true form of SomethingIn whose presence you are blotted out?And in whose being you still exist?And who lives as a sign for your journey?

The heart is the anchor to all things, be it love to hate, or light to dark.

Your heart has a powerful little antenna and its pulses and vibrations can be felt throughout the universe.

Without sound,There would be no music.And without music,There would be no life.And without a life force,There would be no matter.But it does not matter -Because what is matter,If there is no light?

Being captain of such a vessel was not a stressful job, despite the sheer size of the thing. Everything was automated, and this meant that this behemoth could be efficiently handled by a far less seasoned captain. Besides, hiring mature skippers with actual experience would cost real money. And hey, the computers ran everything anyway _ and that__ how Bran Johannsen enters this story _ as a fine young inexperienced graduate of the Merchant Space Academy in Mars City, who only got his Executive Officer__ ticket four short years ago.

You can't be me and I can't be you, so I guess that means we'll have to be ourselves.

Being petty allows you to make mountains out of molehills.

I am haunted by my past and by what I must do to ensure my future.

When you shut out the universe around you. You inadvertently become the very universe that you were trying to shut out.

It is less about becoming a better person, and more of being better, as a person.