Life is 90% maintenance.
The Winter Palace sleeps in a cold blue dawn of stillness. Oh that it could sleep forever like this, frozen in time. Hard is the soil. Still is the air Gentle the sky And when the morning breaks that it should stay undisturbed. Oh morning do not come and bring your horror. But morning broke…
‘To thine own self be true’ Polonius, Act 1 Scene 3, Hamlet
I think a vast amount of people in the West are lost and have been for a very long time. That’s why they follow blindly.
Everything around us, this day to day existence, stops us from being who we really are.
Every choice is the death of all other possibilities.
All things are woven together and the common bond is sacred, and scarcely one thing is foreign to another, for they have been arranged together in their places and together make the same ordered Universe. Marcus Aurelius – Meditations