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The more powerful and original a mind, the more it will incline towards the religion of solitude
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Life is an anarchy of light and dark: nothing is ever fulfilled in life, nothing ever quite ends; new, confusing voices always mingle with the chorus of those that have been heard before. [âŠ] To live is to live something through to the end: but life mean that nothing is ever fully and completely lived through to the end.
György LukĂĄcs, Soul and Form, âThe Metaphysics of Tragedyâ (via findepartida)
You are a human being. What does that mean? Mastery of life is not a question of control, but of finding a balance between human and Being. Mother, father, husband, wife, young, old, the roles you play, the functions you fulfill, whatever you doâall that belongs to the human dimension. It has its place and needs to be honored, but in itself is not enough for a fulfilled, truly meaningful relationship or life. Human alone is never enough, no matter how hard you try or what you achieve. Then there is Being. It is found in the still, alert presence of Consciousness itself, the Consciousness that you are. Human is form. Being is formless. Human and Being are not separate but interwoven.
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Meanings Of âWhiteâ
When I was thinking about the story I want to come up with, I was looking at different kind of short stories and tried to read other things to look for inspiration, and then I came upon a site that list out the meaning of colours, and the colour that draws me in the most is white.Â
According to the site, it says âWhite is the colour of perfection. The colour meaning of white is purity, innocence, wholeness and completion.âÂ
White is the colour of new beginnings, and interestingly, White contains both the positive and negative aspects of all colours. Â
Positively white is a colour of protection and encouragement a colour that offers a sense of peace and calm, comfort and hope. However there are also a few negative meanings to white, for example in western culture, too much white can be cold, isolating and empty. It implies a feeling of detachments and disinterest. And in other cultures white is related to death, because death usually means the end of one life and the beginning of another, moving forward to a new life, so the colour has the meaning of new beginnings.Â
For some reason, this give me an inspiration to write my story. For my story I came up with things related to the meaning of white such as, protection, hope, cold, empty, death and hope. And by this I wrote a story about a snow/ice woman, I particular want her to be an ice spirit mainly because white has the meaning of âcoldâ and cold makes me think of winter, snow and ice, and this is how I came up with the ice woman. In the story I wrote about the Ice lady deciding not to kill the younger boy because many people use white as a recall of their youth and innocence, and her not killing him can mean and indicate that he is innocent.Â
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âI could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.â
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