The word 'romance,' according to the dictionary, means excitement, adventure, and something extremely real. Romance should last a lifetime.
~ Billy Graham
The word 'romance,' according to the dictionary, means excitement, adventure, and something extremely real. Romance should last a lifetime.
~ Billy Graham
~ Audrey Hepburn
cut you open and fix you
Are you ready? It’s time to cut you open and fix you. You seem different. Not in a good way. You don’t think or act like the others. Something is quite wrong. It’s going to be dark soon. So let’s get started.
As long as I can recall this has been my home. The dark recesses of a large room that empty out into a small cavity. My place lies amidst a line of others that can be mistaken for me. Identical to me in every way, down to the scar beneath my right eye and flat thumb on my left hand. Time eludes me so I can not determine any length to my existence. I have no infancy, no childhood. Unlike in the pictures the master keeps by his chair in the study, I am not born. My brothers that line the halls of this place are not either. We have been created. Fashioned from the master and duplicated. I’ve often heard him say we are his masterpiece. The highest form of experimentation he’s ever successfully attempted. A mad man’s army. How can I say that? He’s been quite right. I do not think or aspire to be like the others. My manufacturing seems flawed. I attempt to sympathize with humanity. It is my utmost desire to share their compassion. Several procedures have revealed the cruel nature of the man I call creator. Scientific experiments are not limited to his mindless automatons with their mechanical workings. On occasion there are living breathing humans used in his testing. Suffering and death are quite common. Body parts are removed and reattached in the attempt to construct a human/automaton hybrid. Barbaric tools reach into openings revealing soft insides and pliable tissues. Clamps and braces hold open skin for the living to view the death of the body. Slow and consuming are these procedures. Absolutely necessary is what he answers to my many questions. Questions that I’m reminded seem vexing and without merit. Repeatedly the scoldings insist that I should not question the master’s actions. It is my place to accommodate and support in any research relevant to the cause.
Can it be so simple that he can cut me open and repair the broken piece? Like a faulty toaster oven. A mere fuse will correct the issue. An issue that I do not see as a flaw. Lying on the gurney as the master saws into my torso and head, I contemplate this difficulty. Will I even notice the change? According to the mad scientist I will never notice the change or question the matter with a second thought. The theories of cool calculated logic swim in my head as the nutty professor tinkers around with my insides. Bolts and nuts lift with ease and coils nestle deep beneath springs eject out. There appears to be a slowing of my mind, but there is no real amendment to my thinking. Only now there is a sense of freedom that did not exist before. An impulse sets itself into my thoughts and I desire to act. Quickly Master closes up the holes in my body and head. With a spin and nod he stops short. Something inhibits him. Fingers grip the base of the neck. Crushing. Lifting. Cracking into the thin layer of fleshy tissue beneath the chin. Bones snap with an unexpected quickness and his head breaks free of the body. Without realization I release the body. Collapsing on the floor the frail shell of life seems quite useless. He was quite right. I am not the same as before. Unlike me, he can not be repaired once opened. Such a shame it is my desire to return the favor.
I sleep with my feet on moss carpets, my branches in the cotton of the clouds.
-anäis nin
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“Love is like breathing you have to let it in to give it out.
Learn to be happy with just yourself and you will never be alone.
If you always prevent yourself from getting hurt you will never know how to deal with pain.
What good is armor if you never take it off?
Everyone is someone’s ex.”
-tyler shields
“Let her sleepFor when she wakes,She will move mountains.”
Nothing is impossible, the word itself says 'I'm possible'!
A mature person does not fall in love, he rises in love. The word ’fall’ is not right. Only immature people fall; they stumble and fall down in love. Somehow they were managing and standing. They cannot manage and they cannot stand – they find a woman and they are gone, they find a man and they are gone. They were always ready to fall on the ground and to creep. They don’t have the backbone, the spine; they don’t have that integrity to stand alone.
A mature person has the integrity to be alone. And when a mature person gives love, he gives without any strings attached to it: he simply gives. And when a mature person gives love, he feels grateful that you have accepted his love, not vice versa. He does not expect you to be thankful for it – no, not at all, he does not even need your thanks. He thanks you for accepting his love. And when two mature persons are in love, one of the greatest paradoxes of life happens, one of the most beautiful phenomena: they are together and yet tremendously alone; they are together so much so that they are almost one. But their oneness does not destroy their individuality, in fact, it enhances it: they become more individual.
Two mature persons in love help each other to become more free. There is no politics involved, no diplomacy, no effort to dominate. How can you dominate the person you love? Just think over it. Domination is a sort of hatred, anger, enmity. How can you think of dominating a person you love? You would love to see the person totally free, independent; you will give him more individuality. That’s why I call it the greatest paradox: they are together so much so that they are almost one, but still in that oneness they are individuals. Their individualities are not effaced – they have become more enhanced. The other has enriched them as far as their freedom is concerned.
Immature people falling in love destroy each others’ freedom, create a bondage, make a prison. Mature persons in love help each other to be free; they help each other to destroy all sorts of bondages. And when love flows with freedom there is beauty. When love flows with dependence there is ugliness
-Osho
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