Things have a life of their own,” the gypsy proclaimed with a harsh accent. “It’s simply a matter of waking up their souls.
-Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
“How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?”
– Carson McCullers, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter
“The soul becomes dyed with the colour of its thoughts.”
― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations
Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect. We were never really born, we will never really die.
“I’m not a body with a soul, I’m a soul that has a visible part called the body.”
― Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes