Vents : In A Book.

Entry one hundread seventy one

The right thing and the easy thing are never the same.

Sacrifice.
It's not what I'd call a modern word.
People hear the word "sacrifice"
and they become afraid...
...that something
will be taken away from them.
Or they'll have to give up something
they can't live without.
"Sacrifice," to them, means "loss"...
...in a world telling us we can have it all.
But I believe true sacrifice is a victory.
Because it requires our free will...
...to give up something
or someone you love...
...for something or someone
you love more than yourself.
I won't lie to you.
It's a gamble.
Sacrifice won't take away the pain of loss.
But it wins the battle against bitterness.
The bitterness that dims the light
on all that is of true value in our lives.

It is a new world, Mama.
But it ain't all Dark, and it ain't all Light.
And it ain't all ours.

Lifedance
***
The area dividing the brain and the soul
is affected in many ways by
experience -
some lose all mind and become soul:
insane.
some lose all soul and become mind:
intellectual.
some lose both and become:
accepted.

Go ahead! Start an earthquake,
see where it gets you. Everybody has to deal with shit in their lives. You want to be a normal human what do you think that is? We don't have powers to change anything anytime we want. Being human is feeling bad, it's feeling pissed off, it's feeling scared, it's you not being able to do anything about it until you don't feel that way anymore till you can just see your way out of it. And I yelled at you because I care about you, that's what normal people do who love each other! When one of them is acting like a brat! Now, would you please stop raining on me?

Body of my body, marrow and mind...
...soul of my soul, to our spirit bind...
...blood of my heart, my tide, my moon...
...blood of my heart, my salvation, my doom!

You've got to get away from me.
I don't know what I do, it just happens.

You still don't get it, do you?
I don't want to be any further away
from you than I am right now...
...one way or another.

I'm scared I'm gonna hurt you.

Well, love's a risk for anybody.

I mean, "kill you" hurt you.

Go ahead.
Kill me.

No! I'm sick of listening to your family. I have been chased, spun, hypnotized, paralyzed, and damn near killed by your family. I have been going out of my mind for the past two weeks, then your mother shows up on my door step and damn near gives me a heart attack but you know what I don't care about them, about the curse, you are not going dark and you are not losing me! No matter what they do, no matter what they do to me, I'm still here. Now what does that tell you?

I'm agreeing with you! Ok, I'm just a dumb ass mortal who can't make his own thunder, but I know there's no way were gonna figure this out unless you stop feeling so damn sorry for yourself! Go ahead! Start an earthquake, see where that gets you.

There are no coincidences.

Most people spend their entire lives waiting for a moment that's gonna change everything. It never happens.

At first I was scared I was losing my mind.
Until I realized that would be no great loss.

Anyhow, love is a trick of the mind,
you know?
It doesn't really exist.
There's no such thing in nature.
Love's a spell, created by mortals...
...to give their females something to play with
instead of power.
I want you to have power.
I want you to be who you truly are.

I could hear the sound.
The sound was me breaking.
I cried because he had lived.
Because he had died.
I was shattered, I was saved.
I only knew the girl I was, was gone.
He was right. No good can come
from loving a mortal.
They can't survive our world.
Get out. Go.
Claim yourself in defiance...
...in hope, in love, in fury, in gratitude.
Claim the Light. Claim the Dark.
Claim it all.
Nothing can stay.

"There is a place
in the heart that will never be filled.
A space.
We will know it more than ever.
There is a place in the heart
that will never be filled...
...and we will wait and wait in that space."

"Some people never go crazy.
What truly horrible lives they must live.
Boring damned people. All over the Earth.
Propagating more boring damned people.
What a horror show.
The Earth swarmed with them."

"What you seek is seeking you."
- Rumi

"We search for Him here and there, while looking right at Him
Sitting by his side, we ask: Oh Beloved, where is the Beloved?
Enough with such questions
Let silence take you to the core of life
All your talk is worthless when compared with one whisper of the beloved"
-Rumi

forget safety
live where you fear to live
destroy your reputation
be notorious
- Rumi

"Maybe you are searching among the branches, for what only appears in the roots."
- Rumi

"Love isn't the work of the tender and the gentle;
Love is the work of wrestlers.
The one who becomes a servant of loversis really a fortunate sovereign.
Don't ask anyone about Love; ask Love about Love.
Love is a cloud that scatters pearls."
- Rumi

"Bring the pure wine oflove and freedom.
But sir, a tornado is coming.
More wine, we'll teach this storm
A thing or two about whirling."
- Rumi

"What matters is how quickly you do what your soul directs."
- Rumi

Love, then, had hope of richer store:
What end is here to my complaint?
This haunting whisper makes me faint,
'More years had made me love thee more.'
- Alfred, Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam

If all was good and fair we met,
This earth had been the Paradise
It never look'd to human eyes
Since our first Sun arose and set
- Alfred, Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam

So many worlds, so much to do,
So little done, such things to be,
How know I what had need of thee,
For thou wert strong as thou wert true?
- Alfred, Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam

I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!
- Edna St. Vincent Millay, Afternoon on a Hill

The young are so old, they are born with their fingers crossed.
- Edna St Vincent Millay

Is that trembling cry a Annotate song?
Can it be a song of joy?
And so many children poor?
It is a land of poverty!
- William Blake, Holy Thursday