Book: Eleven minutes. Page 9
Among all peoples there is a saying: "out of sight, out of mind". I would argue that there is nothing more false in the world. The farther from the eye, the closer to the heart. Being in exile in a foreign land, we lovingly cherished in the memory of any little reminiscent of the Motherland. Yearning due to separation from those we love in every passer-by on the street we see the dear features.
People follow mode, wear wigs, spend hours in beauty salons or gymnasiums, wear what is flattering and hides figure flaws, endeavoring a spark - so what? Finally go to bed, and it goes on for eleven minutes. Eleven minutes - that's all. And nothing that would raise to heaven and then it will take some time - and there is no spark to ignite the extinguished flame.
Remember, Mary, that looks like our world, and you'll see one happy day is almost a miracle.
Maybe this is just a story you want to believe that in human life there was at least some sense.
The great aim of every human being is to realize love. Love is not in another, and in ourselves, and we do it in himself awaken. But in order for her to awaken and need this other. The universe finds sense only in that case if we have someone to share our feelings.
Love really is like nothing else, able from time to time to turn a person's entire life. But the pursuit of love is something else, too, causes a person to enter into the sphere, which never before had not thought. It's something called "despair". And if love can change a person quickly, the despair - even faster.
About love especially do not worry - at first I did not love your father, but for the money everything you buy - including true love.
