"A youth loves immaturely, and immaturely
too he hates mankind and earth. Still tethered and heavy to him are his mind and the wings of his spirit.
But in a man there is more child than in a youth, and less melancholy; he knows more about death and life.
Free for death and free in death, a sacred nay-sayer when it is no longer time for yes: thus he knows about death and life."
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"Even in your folly and your contempt, you despisers of the body, you serve your self. I say to you: your self itself wants to die and turns away from life.
No longer is it capable of that which it wants most: to create beyond itself. This it wants most of all, this is its entire fervor.
But now it is too late for that, and so your self wants to go under, you despisers of the body.
Your self wants to go under, and for this reason you became despisers of the body! For you no longer are capable of creating beyond yourselves.
And that is why you are angry now at life and earth. There is an unknown envy in the looking askance of your contempt."
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listen to whispers
“Life is about growth and change, and when you are no longer doing either, you’ve received your first whisper.
Pay attention to what makes you feel energized, connected, and stimulated. Follow your intuition, do what you love, and you will do more than succeed.
You will soar.”
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The alternation of day and night is merely a physical phenomenon, time is a question of being human and, frankly, how could I consider myself a human being, I who have only known thirty-nine people and all of them women? I think that time must have something to do with the duration of pregnancies, the growth of children, all those things that I haven't experienced. If someone spoke to me, there would be time, the beginning and end of what they said to me, the moment when I answered, their response. The briefest conversation creates time. Perhaps I have tried to create time through writing these pages. I begin, I fill them with words, I pile them up, and I still don't exist because nobody is reading them. I am writing them for some unknown reader who will probably never come – I am not even sure that humanity has survived that mysterious event that governed my life. But if that person comes, they will read them and I will have a time in their mind. They will have my thoughts in them. The reader and I thus mingled will constitute something living, that will not be me, because I will be dead, and will not be that person as they were before reading, because my story, added to their mind, will then become part of their thinking. I will only be truly dead if nobody ever comes, if the centuries, then the millennia go by for so long that this planet, which I no longer believe is Earth, no longer exists. As long as the sheets of paper covered in my handwriting lie on this table, I can become a reality in someone's mind. Then everything will be obliterated, the suns will burn out and I will disappear like the universe.
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"Man is dominated by the making of money, by acquisition as the ultim- ate purpose of his life. Economic acquisition is no longer sub- ordinated to man as the means for the satisfaction of his material needs"
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The End
"Yine bir çocuk ol ve artık kendinden kaçmayacaksın. Kendi içinde koşuyor olacaksın - meditasyon yapan için tek yol budur. Dünyevi olanlar kendinden kaçar, arayış içindeki insan bu yaşamın, bu bilincin kaynağını bulmak için kendi içinde koşar. Ve kaynağı keşfettiğinde sadece kendi yaşam kaynağını değil, evrenin, tüm kozmosun yaşam kaynağını keşfetmiş olur.
İçinde müthiş bir coşku yükselir. Yaşam her an bir şarkıya, bir dansa dönüşür."
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"Be a child again and you will no longer run from yourself. You will be running within yourself - that is the only way for the meditator. The worldly runs away from himself, the seeker runs within himself to find the source of this life, this consciousness. And when he discovers the source, not only his own source of life discovers the source of life of the universe and the entire cosmos.
A tremendous enthusiasm rises within him. Life turns into a song, a dance at every moment."
- Osho, Satyam, Shivam, Sunderam
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Accustom yourself to the belief that death is of no concern to us, since all good and evil lie in sensation and sensation ends with death. Therefore the true belief that death is nothing to us makes a mortal life happy, not by adding to it an infinite time, but by taking away the desire for immortality. For there is no reason why the man who is thoroughly assured that there is nothing to fear in death should find anything to fear in life. So, too, he is foolish who says that he fears death, not because it will be painful when it comes, but because the anticipation of it is painful; for that which is no burden when it is present gives pain to no purpose when it is anticipated. Death, the most dreaded of evils, is therefore of no concern to us; for while we exist death is not present, and when death is present we no longer exist. It is therefore nothing either to the living or to the dead since it is not present to the living, and the dead no longer are.
Sacred and Terrible Smell
What was that sacred and terrible, elusive smell in the air this time? My name is Ambrosius Saint-Miro, the locals call me “Ambrosius Pyhä-Mirä” and in Graad they call me “Svjata-Mira”. “Diduska?” they ask, their eyes wide with affection, but I answer them: “No. I am not your diduska.” I am Ambrosius Santa-Mira from Mesque, Ambrosio Hagiamira, I
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Artıq bir “ev”inin olmaması
Nuri, it is no longer home. Aleppo is now like the dead body of a loved one, it has no life, no soul, it is full of rotting blood.
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