By nature, that mind is easily fooled by supernatural mysticism. It is extremely gullible. And no matter how much we the civilized human beings advance in the fields of modern sciences, there is always a part of us, that tries to allure us with magical nonsense, because that nonsense has been with us since the birth of humanity

By nature, that mind is easily fooled by supernatural mysticism. It is extremely gullible. And no matter how much we the civilized human beings advance in the fields of modern sciences, there is always a part of us, that tries to allure us with magical nonsense, because that nonsense has been with us since the birth of humanity

By nature, that mind is easily fooled by supernatural mysticism. It is extremely gullible. And no matter how much we the civilized human beings advance in the fields of modern sciences, there is always a part of us, that tries to allure us with magical nonsense, because that nonsense has been with us since the birth of humanity (Abhijit Naskar, Neurons of Jesus: Mind of A Teacher, Spouse & Thinker)

Sighing, she headed back to work. She braced herself to lift the heavy lid of yet another trunk. The sight inside curled a small smile onto her lips, as it had with every trunk she’d pried open this morning.Books. More beautiful, precious books

Sighing, she headed back to work. She braced herself to lift the heavy lid of yet another trunk. The sight inside curled a small smile onto her lips, as it had with every trunk she’d pried open this morning.Books. More beautiful, precious books

Sighing, she headed back to work. She braced herself to lift the heavy lid of yet another trunk. The sight inside curled a small smile onto her lips, as it had with every trunk she’d pried open this morning.Books. More beautiful, precious books (Catherine LaRoche, Master of Love)

Even when the lights go out, even when someone says to me: “It’s over—,” even when from the stage a gray gust of emptiness drifts toward me,even when not one silent ancestor sits beside me anymore—not a woman, not even the boy with the brown squint-eye:I’ll sit here anyway. One can always watch

Even when the lights go out, even when someone says to me: “It’s over—,” even when from the stage a gray gust of emptiness drifts toward me,even when not one silent ancestor sits beside me anymore—not a woman, not even the boy with the brown squint-eye:I’ll sit here anyway. One can always watch (Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies)