Viviana

“One's truest nature is often the hardest to fight.”
― Vortigern Black, Telepathy

“We live in a world that values words over thoughts. This is precisely why people talk all the time and don’t think! Which is more valuable? Thoughts or words? People may talk about doing something, every day, and end up never doing it because it is not in their thoughts! On the other hand, a person may think about doing something, every day, without speaking of it, and at the end of the day the job is done. The energy is saved as is executed in the final outcome. So which is more valuable? The thoughts of a man or the words of a man? The thoughts of a man are more valuable than his words, because the thoughts of a man are the contents of his mind! And it is the mind of man that makes a man and dictates a man! And so, why do we value words over mental telepathy? Why do we shy away from the notion of mind communication? Why do we value the communication of words over the communication of minds? Is it because most of you do not understand it? Well, you do not understand it because you are too busy talking and not thinking. Not thinking about anything. Here is the big question: Should a thought reader value the words of the man over his thoughts? Are the words spoken the truth or are the thoughts in the mind, the truth? You think about it. You decide.”
― C. JoyBell C.

“There is no logical, rational, pre-structured criterion "out there" with a divine plan. There is no truth "out there" which our weak minds or souls eventually run across. There is this casual, haphazard, amoral process that leaps the logical gaps and brings about newness. And the procedurés only demand is that given talents be invested, risked, doubled, the possibilities explored.”
― Joseph Chilton Pearce, The Crack in the Cosmic Egg: New Constructs of Mind and Reality

“She drives him home. It is five in the morning. ‘I’ve never made love all night,’ she says. Her right hand rests in his…She drives with her left. They pass the cornbread meadow—a field covered with yellow poppies and black and white cows motionless in the blue mist. Sleeping. A small spread of land in the middle of civilization…it is almost dawn. The streets are peaceful. The world does not hurt at such an hour. There is time.

-from Who Has Known Heights: The Mystique Memoirs of a Melancholic Mind”
― Wheston Chancellor Grove