A pocos menesteres dedican los humanos tanto tiempo como a la infelicidad. Si un creador maligno nos hubiese colocado en la tierra para el fin exclusivo de sufrir, podríamos felicitarnos por nuestra respuesta entusiasta a esta meta. Abundan las razones para sentirnos desconsolados: la fragilidad de nuestros cuerpos, la inconstancia del amor, la insinceridad de la vida social, las componendas de la amistad, los efectos reprimentes de la rutina. Enfrentados a estos males persistentes, lo lógico sería pensar que el evento más esperado y deseado de nuestra vida fuese el momento de nuestra extinción. Alain de Botton.
La conciencia óptima se considera como un estado considerablemente más amplio y potencialmente accesible en cualquier momento, a condición de que se pueda relajar la contracción defensiva. Por ende, la perspectiva fundamental en crecimiento señala la necesidad de abandonar esa contracción defensiva y apartar los obstáculos que se oponen al reconociemiento de esa potencialidad de expansión siempre presente, aquietando la mente y reduciendo la deformación perceptiva.
"La tarea fundamental que da la clave de muchas realizaciones es el silencio de la mente[...] En verdad, cuando se detiene el mecanismo mental se hace toda clase de descubrimientos, y el primero es que si la capacidad de pensar es un don notable, la capacidad de no pensar lo es aún más."
I rewrite my life beneath the moonlight, Please hold me now till my breath runs out, There are many things that I am not, But there's one thing that I cant deny
A double bluff you fed me lines, The shortest cut you're searching for, A mesh of tones surround your eyes, I wish I knew how it came to this
I always said you could rely on me, Now it seems that I was wrong, I want you to stay, I want you to stay with me
Cos nothing works round here, Where cranes collect the sky, I long for the neon signs of night, Cos nothing works round here, You know the way I feel, Can you remember what we had?
Why do you think I over take? I speak to you and you say no, A camera runs just to collect, I wish I knew how it came to this
The lies we tell are bound on film, And you start to push your lips to mine, Outside my room you closed your eyes, And in the end it came to this
I always said you could rely on me, Now it seems that I was wrong, I want you to stay, I want you to stay with me
Cos nothing works round here, Where cranes collect the sky, I think of your face at night, Cos nothing works round here
You know the way I feel Can you remember what we had? As time gets more compressed, You're always my reminder, A lifetime disappears, Can you remember what we had? As time gets more compressed, You're always my reminder, You're always my reminder
It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him; and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and [Edgar's] is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.
