Science Of The Soul

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.

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…

If the pain is real, so is the joy,

Every action changes our fate.

“Let us go to the shore; there the waves will kiss our feet. With mysterious sadness the stars will shine down on us.” Aleksey Pleshcheyev (1825-1893)

‘To thine own self be true’ Polonius, Act 1 Scene 3, Hamlet