[poetic memory] which gives our life its beauty
It seems that there is a very specific area in the brain which could be called poetic memory and which records what has charmed us, what has moved us, what gives our life its beauty.
The GUT-WRENCHING, HEART-RENDING, LIFE-WRECKING, DEEPLY-FELT Absolute Despair, coupled with a Hollow, Empty, Echoing Loneliness which grips me quite often in the reaches of the eternally dark nights and doesn't let go for endless hours- The emotions that will forever define the day I realized that, with all of my Grandparents gone, and, now that my Daddy has passed, following my Momma by 3 years, I AM UTTERLY ALONE NOW. I have no home to go back to, no one to soothe me when I'm down, or sick, or I cry, no one to ask for advice because "Daddy will know," or, I mean, who do you ask for parenting and like advice, or go to in times of crisis, even as an adult?! Your parents and/or grandparents, of course. Well, the day I realized I could no longer, and would never be able again, to go to those older and wiser than me for their wisdom, counsel, and UNCONDITONAL LOVE, that love you can get NOWHERE ELSE, was the day my heart was irrevocably shattered.
Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity... It is, in short, the subject of the history of the Grail. Only a predestined being has the ability to ask another: what is your torment? And he doesn't have it when he enters life. He has to go through years of dark night.
Source: Letter to the poet Joë Bousquet, 1942
Try not to become a man of success, but rather try to become a man of value.
Source : LIFE magasine, May 2, 1955
Almost everyone in the world is self-absorbed within themselves. They regard themselves as the most important beings. People rarely speak bad about themselves. They are the heroes in their own story no matter how much entanglement of lies and bullshit is needed to achieve a gratifying and satisfying version of the tale.
By observing their actions, you could trace back their thought pattern, intentions, interest, and vision. Stop for a moment and analyze the action. Stop caring about what they say, what they think about how the world should be, how everyone can execute their best, or why the world is so messed up. They speak whatever hell it takes to sound amazing. Listen to their actions. Listen only and only to their actions.
We all have forests on our minds. Forests unexplored, unending. Each one of us gets lost in the forest, every night, alone.
There are three ways in which a statement, especially a disputable statement, can be placed before mankind. The first is ...