"He who has a why can endure any how."

(Nietzsche)

"One cannot pursue happiness, if he does, he obscures it. If he will proceed with the human task of life, the relocation of the center of gravity of the personality to something greater outside itself, happiness will be the outcome."

(Robert A. Johnson)

It is only in appearance that Time is a river.
It is, rather, a vast landscape and it is the eye of the beholder that moves.

(Thorton Wilder)

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Kirchnerův Dope rider , nejlepší superhrdina ever. Superpower: změna reality. V tomhle stripu ji sice nepoužívá... ale zkuste https://thedoperider.blogspot.com

“Know then that the body is merely a garment. Go seek the wearer, not the cloak.” Rumi

"Contemplative practice begins with the love of silence. Love of silence is a kind of hunger or thirst." (David Chaim Smith)

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Manipulace je ovlivňování za účelem osobního prospěchu.
Motivace je ovlivňování za účelem společného prospěchu.
— Fred Smith

IRON_STORM: to mi připomnělo storku z Necronomiconu, kdy byl jeden vesmír stvořen zvukem - stvořitel hrál na píšťalu a tím budoval světy. Ta píšťala měla schválně prasklinu, aby vydávala falešný tón jako připomínku, že nic stvořeného není dokonalé...

I gave up my music because I had received from it all that I had to receive. To serve God
one must sacrifice what is dearest to one; and so I sacrificed my music. I had composed
songs; I sang and played the vina; and practicing this music I arrived at a stage where I
touched the Music of the Spheres. Then every soul became for me a musical note, and all
life became music. Inspired by it I spoke to the people, and those who were attracted by
my words listened to the, instead of listening to my songs. Now, if I do anything, it is to
tune souls instead of instruments; to harmonize people instead of notes. If there is
anything in my philosophy, it is the law of harmony: that one must put oneself in
harmony with oneself and with others. I have found in every word a certain musical
value, a melody in every thought, harmony in every feeling; and I have tried to interpret
the same thing, with clear and simple words, to those who used to listen to my music. I
played the vina until my heart turned into this very instrument; then I offered this
instrument to the divine Musician, the only musician existing. Since then I have become
His flute; and when He chooses, He plays His music. The people give me credit for this
music, which in reality is not due to me but to the Musician who plays on his own
instrument.’

Hazrat Inayat Khan