#lamuria

A arte de não se encaixar, essa eu domino.

Se meus sentimentos tivessem cor, eles seriam preto e branco.

Já parou pra pensar que a tua ignorância enraizada pode estar afetando alguém, mesmo que não seja proposital? Pois é.

Lamúria

Dear Reader, The concept of a Mother-Culture has always drawn us. Almost every culture has its flood-myth. We revel in the memory of paradise lost. Yet to many of us, it is no more than a memory. But what if it isn’t just another bed-time story? What if the ghosts of our past are alive and well in the present? The stones cry out. The rivers churn forth their secrets every day. All we have to do is look. All we have to do is read the silence and listen. There are voices in the stillness although the kings of our world would prefer if we remained busy. I do not write this as a poet, and I do not write this as a philosopher. My love for wisdom is great. Yet my love for love is greater. In an age in which we possess an unlimited access to knowledge, we should dedicate ourselves to uncovering those truths that elude us. Time will reap her harvest. But we must reap our own. The hour has come for us to wake up, and know that we are not alone. A larger cosmos is waiting.

Você é capaz de ficar apenas com os escombros?