Ἀτλαντὶς νῆσος,

“Se désengager de l’amour revient à vivre une vie dénuée de risque. À quoi bon vivre, dans ce cas ?”

“I don’t dream at night, I dream at day, I dream all day; I’m dreaming for living.”

“Some changes look negative on the surface but you will soon realize that space is being created in your life for something new to emerge.”

“Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.”

“Moving on doesn’t mean forgetting. It means you choose happiness over hurt.”

“The power of imagination makes us infinite.”

“Madness is not hysteria. It can be very quiet…”

“J'aime la nuit parce qu'on se déshabille de tout. C'est une mise à nu, une fois les lumières éteintes. Et pourtant, c'est là qu'on y voit le plus clair.”

“The beauty of her was how interchangeable she was. She was off balance. In contrast with herself. She was both happy and sad. Both hot and cold. Her skin was dusted with night stars but still carried the glow of a sun. Her body moved like the waves of the ocean yet her eyes were lit by fires. She was everything this world was made up of from its purest light to its abyss of darkness. Such beauty is a rare sight to see.”

“Real love is always chaotic. You lose control; you lose perspective. You lose the ability to protect yourself. The greater the love, the greater the chaos. It’s a given and that’s the secret.”

“It’s exciting when you find parts of yourself in someone else.”

“Love as depicted in the mass media is not love. On the contrary, what the world generally refers to as love is an intense emotionality combining physical attraction, possessiveness, control, addiction, eroticism, and novelty. It is usually evanescent and fluctuating, waxing and waning with varying conditions. When frustrated, this emotion often reveals an underlying anger and dependency that it had masked. That love can turn to hate is a common concept, but what is being spoken about rather than love is an addictive sentimentality and attachment. Hate stems from pride, not love. There probably never was actual love in such a relationship. [Real love] is characterized by the development of a love that is unconditional, unchanging, and permanent. It does not fluctuate because its source within the person who loves is not dependent on external conditions. Loving is a state of being. It is a way of relating to the world that is forgiving, nurturing, and supportive. Love is not intellectual and does not proceed from the mind. Love emanates from the heart. It has the capacity to lift others and accomplish great feats because of its purity of motive…Love takes no position and thus is global, rising above the separation of positionality. It is then possible to be One with another, as there are no longer any barriers. Love is therefore inclusive and expands the sense of self progressively. Love focuses on the goodness of life in all its expressions and augments that which is positive. It dissolves negativity by recontextualizing it rather than by attacking it.”

“Sometimes I think of you, Medusa. Inside your temple, mournful, surrounded by a hundred stone statues. The men who came to kill you and never left were named lost heroes, warriors, demigods whilst you were called monster, gorgon, terror. (Because the stories were always written by men) But this was never a story about a monster. It was always about a woman burned for a Sea God’s sin, a pawn in an ancient game the fates would never let her win. You did not desecrate that which is sacred, it was him. (But your story was always written by men) You begged him not to visit you, you pleaded with every God. But the Gods turned away when you needed them. You did not want to be remembered this way. And then one day, whilst you slept, a son of Zeus came. And killed you before you could even look his way. (And he too was named hero because the stories were always written by men) Someone once said, words cut deeper than a knife. That history is told by the victors. That he who tells the story is the one who controls the world. Women did not get to write your story, Medusa. Because if we did, a very different tale would be told. (And in our tale, you would not be Monster. But Priestess. Goddess. A maiden who once had a heart of gold.)”

“I will not have you without the darkness that hides within you. I will not let you have me without the madness that makes me. If our demons cannot dance, neither can we.”

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