One minute, you are watching the leaves, while they rest carefully beneath the tree and in peaceful repose and, the next, the wind, scoops them up and scatters them far and wide, breaking their former communion. Thats how dynamic our perceptions can be. You thought youve figured it out and, the next minute, the pall of confusion weighs heavily on your soul. Peace, only descends, when you reach the rock, the realm of principles. Eternal, immutable, dispassionate principles... Then, the capricious perceptions wont bother you anymore.You enjoy their dance. You enjoy their mobility. You enjoy their lightness. Conviction finally comes, in the warmth of those reliable, unchangeable principles. Peace, comes in their wake. You know youre home! Home, at last. Michael Newman
Posted on: Tue, 16 Dec 2014 18:15:14 +0000
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