I have a heart. And I am not going to deny it willingly.
I have a heart, that feels, and it's alive: this is where I live. This is me. My heart, my sweet heart, the middle of my existence, this is where I meet God, this is where I meet good people. Friends.
You may hurt me, I am ready to drink the cup of harms: this is what my God have done, why would I need to do it differently?
There is noting more painful than to be a human. And there is nothing more joyful than to be a human. I have a heart. I am alive. I feel, I breath, I taste, I move, I see, I love, I hug. I have a heart. I am not going to lie. I hope to open up those, that are denied!
The curious case of Benjamin Button has something to say here...
The word 'Pillowsophia' originates from the Greek word of 'Sophia' - meaning wisdom, and the English word of 'Pillow' - meaning soft, restful and tender, and 'Pillowsophia' signifies the tender reception of wisdom. It was already known by the ancient Greeks, British Scientists are still exploring it. Sophia is loved and honored. But it is somehow better to fall on something soft. It is obligate to exist and experience. And understanding isn't hurt. This is why.
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Wednesday, 30 March 2011
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