jueves, 20 de septiembre de 2007
2- "Sometime ideas, like men, jump up and say 'hello'. They introduce
themselves, these ideas, with words. Are they words? These ideas
speak so strangely.
"All that we see in this world is based on someone's ideas. Some ideas
are destructive, some are constructive. Some ideas can arrive in the
form of a dream. I can say it again: some ideas arrive in the form of
3- "There is a sadness in this world, for we are ignorant of many
things. Yes, we are ignorant of many beautiful things--things like
the truth. So sadness, in our ignornace, is very real.
"The tears are real. What is this thing called a tear? There are
even tiny ducts--tear ducts--to produce these tears should the
sadness occur. Then the day when the sadness comes--then we ask:
'Will this sadness which makes me cry--will this sadness that makes
my heart cry out--will it ever end?'
"The answer, of course, is yes. One day the sadness will end."
4- "Even the ones who laugh are sometimes caught without an answer:
these creatures who introduce themselves but we swear we have met
them somewhere before.
"Yes, look in the mirror. What do you see? Is it a dream, or a
nightmare? Are we being introduced against our will? Are they
"I can see the smoke. I can smell the fire. The battle is drawing
5- "I play my part on my stage. I tell what I can to form the perfect
answer. But that answer cannot come before all are ready to hear.
So I tell what I can to form the perfect answer.
"Sometimes my anger at the fire is evident. Sometimes it is not
anger, really. It may appear as such, but could it be a clue?
The fire I speak of is not a kind fire."
6- "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Yet there are those who
open many eyes. Eyes are the mirror of the soul, someone has said.
So we look closely at the eyes to see the nature of the soul.
"Somewimes when we see the eyes--those horrible times when we see
the eyes, eyes that ... that have no soul--then we know a darkness,
then we wonder: where is the beauty? There is none if the eyes
7- "A drunken man walks in a way that is quite impossible for a sober
man to imitate, and vice versa. An evil man has a way, no matter
how clever--to the trained eye, his way will show itself.
"Am I being too secretive? No. One can never answer questions at
the wrong moment. Life, like music, has a rhythm. This particular
song will end with three sharp notes, like deathly drumbeats."