Yorgos

“People justify their own subservience to pleasure by citing the supposed doings of men and women of the past.”
― Ibn Khaldun, مقدمة ابن خلدون

“My every future plan, my every thought, my every hope was formed by you, and took your form.”
― Achilleas Sirigos, Chronicles From The Future: The amazing story of Paul Amadeus Dienach

“The time-space continuum, you see, is not exactly as imagined by human perception. Infinity and the ever-present are one and the same. Objective reality is multi-dimensional. Numbers, matter, the spirit, individuals, ideas or infinity do not exist separately, but all together. If we could penetrate the true meaning of each of the aspects of the Samith, the Great Reality, then we would also feel God. We would be able to understand the purpose, texture and meaning of life. We would acquire a wisdom superior to that of humans. But that just can’t happen, my friend… Direct knowledge, the Nibelvirch, showed us that the physical universe, creation, God, infinity and all these notions, are mere aspects, mere sides of the Great Reality. And there is a multitude of other sides, inconceivable to humans.” According to Stefan, after the Nibelvirch, man's attempt to reduce all phenomena of the world and life to a single "principle" has remarkably decreased. Now people see many aspects of reality as components of the Samith. He kept reiterating that only a small part of it can be sensed by our antennas. That’s as far as our “knowledge capabilities” go.”
― Achilleas Sirigos, Chronicles From The Future: The amazing story of Paul Amadeus Dienach

“The whole detachment was so quite that I could distinctly hear all the mingling sounds of night, so full of enchanting mystery: the mournful howling of distant jackals, now like a despairing lament, now like laughter; the sonorous, monotonous song of crickets, frogs, quails; a rumbling noise whose cause baffled me and which seemed to be coming even nearer; and all of Nature's barely audible nocturnal sounds that defy explanation or definition and merge in one rich, beautiful harmony that we call the stillness of the night.”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Death of Ivan Ilych and Other Stories