QUOTES (PHASE 1)

 

The interpretation of this literary art simply explains that immobile things also showcase strength.

The tree, for instance, doesn't chase the wind, neither does it intimidate its nature, but it commands its attention and makes the wind dance around it.

That is quiet strength.

It takes strength to be still and unmoved in turbulence.

This is the strength that calms chaos without reciprocating violence.

This is the strength leaders use in negotiations and the avoidance of war.

This is the strength of gravity. It is silent; it doesn't move nor speak, but it pulls all things towards itself.

It is the strength that holds so much power, yet remains still.

It is a strength that understands times and moments.

This is the strength of nature.

Nature is a silent tutor of humanity.

The stars— they are always the delight of a barely clothed sky, captivating the awe of noble and plebeian, alluring the silk-stockinged and the ragged, mesmerizing the man who stands on the highest rooftop of an empire, and the fascination of the homeless bum.

Still, there's much to learn.

This literary art piece elucidates the confidence of the stars and their ability to cohabit in peace.

No rivalry, no low self-esteem, no crossing of boundaries, each taking turns to rule the sky and signal to the Earth's inhabitants the times and seasons.

If the stars, in their inferiority, could demonstrate such prudence, self-restraint, and demure, are we not expected to be more?

So then, let the brightness of your neighbor not limit your radiance. I may be the blue light, and you the green. Side by side with the others, we make the colour prisms of a rainbow, beaming glory and splendor upon the sun, the moon, the stars, the visible, and the non-visible.

The riches and wealth of the soul are joy, peace, happiness, certainty, optimism, et al. These are the treasures of the soul. And what is a man without a soul? An unconscious dirtbag.

Some souls are very poor. They have a lot of dirt: restlessness, bitterness, hate, contempt.

Happiness is a gift you give yourself, and it is that fountain that hides other treasures at its base.

This literary art piece implies that our souls all sojourn on a quest for happiness, and that is the most profitable of all treasure hunts.

Sometimes this quest is embarked on without the owner's consent, and the soul finds this treasure either by deriving pleasure in oneself or in the company of love—in the warmth of a place, or the ethereal smell of a person; in the taste of a delicacy, or at the mere sight of a being. Wherever your soul decides to store up the happiness it has found, protect that bank.

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