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زندگی کردن از طریق فکر کردن
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Maybe it's because I'm a woman, and therefore not even human (according to this book) - but I am ready to either throw myself or this book into the ocean. I'm finishing this book out of spite at this point. My womanly emotions are running wild and I am apparently responsible for all of the evil in the world but too innocent to understand the intricacies of humanity.

Everyday things that had lost their luster regained the brightness they had possessed the moment they emerged from God's hands. Water, women, stars, and bread returned to their primordial, mysterious source; the devine wheel regained its rotational momentum in the sky.

p.56
I joined him in feeling entirely happy in my motionless silence, surrendering myself to the uncertain, rose-lit suggestions of dawn. The whole of existence in these magical instances seems featherlight, the earth as uncongealed and fluffed out as a cloud that continually alters its shape and is remodeled by every puff of wind.

p.55
“He seemed submerged in dense elation, having surrendered himself with tranquil passivity to a half obscured river that moved as sluggish as honey. The entire world—earth, water, thoughts, people—was flowing toward a distant sea, and Zorba was flowing happily with it, offering NO RESISTANCE, asking no questions”