It's delicious to have people adore you, but it's exhausting, too. Particularly when your own feelings don't match theirs.
Every rose is an autograph from the hand of the Almighty God. On this world about us He has inscribed His thought, in these marvelous hieroglyphics which sense and science have been these many thousand years seeking to understand. The universe itself is a great autograph of the Almighty.
If death is like a sonnet then life would be a haiku. The sonnet, a lyrical poem, the beauty and magic with the last breath~ love, words fading and floating off into the abyss that is space whilst our everyday lives or days more important than normal become just a mere whisper in only a few short syllables through which we convey with our hearts the truth of the universe in a single moment briefly.
Une religion, par exemple, qui doit Ãªtre transformÃ©e en savoir historique, une religion qui doit Ãªtre Ã©tudiÃ©e de part en part scientifiquement, une fois cette Ã©tape franchie, sera par l? mÃªme dÃ©truite. Toute vÃ©rificatiuon historique amÃ¨ne au jour tant de choses fausses, grossiÃ¨res, inhumaines, absurdes, violentes que, forcÃ©ment, se dissipe l'atmosphÃ¨re d'illusion pieuse oÃ¹ tout ce qui a le dÃ©sir de vivre peut seul prospÃ©rer.DeuxiÃ¨me ConsidÃ©ration intempestive, ch. 7