Character: Margaret Lanterman (the lady with the log)

Tips everywhere. They are all around us. But the Creator of mosaic smart. The clues, although surrounding us, for some reason, taken for something else. And this is another false interpretation of the clues -- we call our world. Our world is a magical smoke screen. How do we interpret the happy song of the meadowlark or the robust flavor of a wild strawberry?

The most beautiful thing to treasure is the fact that it exists. It exists to be found. It is wonderful to find a treasure. Somewhere a treasure that when found, leaves one eternally happy found? I think we all know that it exists. Some say it is inside us - inside us all. That would be weird. It would be so close. But then why is it so hard to find and so difficult to achieve?

The heart is a physical organ, is known to all. But how much more important that is the body of emotions, which is also known to all. Love how the blood flows from the heart. Not whether the blood and love? Not pumping is the heart of love through you? Is love the blood of the Universe?

Comes trouble - yeah, trouble. How often do we hear: "it's easy." Nothing is easy. We live in a world where nothing is simple. Every day, as soon as we begin to think that coping with the fact that there is suddenly a new member and all again becomes more complicated. What is the secret? What is the secret to simplicity, clean and simple life? If we do not prevent our appetites, our desires? Shouldn't the cart before the horse?

Sometimes... Although it's better to say, always - things are changing. We are judged by how we humans treat their own kind. How do you feel about other people?
The night before I sleep, lying in the dark, how you feel about yourself? Do you feel proud of your behaviour? If you are ashamed of your behavior?
Your heart knows if you hurt someone, you know. If you have offended someone, don't wait another day to fix it. While you're waiting, the world can fall apart from sadness.

Hello. You can see through walls? Can you see through skin? X-rays see through solid, or supposedly solid objects. There are things that our eyes can't see, but these things do exist. Have you ever seen something startling that I could not see the other? Why are some things kept from our eyes? Our life is a mystery? The questions just overwhelm me. And sometimes my questions is the answer. Heart I feel some of the answers are correct. I am my own judge.
The one who you in the dream is you, or different aspects of yourself? Whether the answers come in a dream?

Sometimes we want to hide from ourselves - we don't want to be me - too hard to be himself. It is in these moments we turn to drugs or alcohol to help us forget who we really are. This, of course, only a temporary solution that will still come back, and sometimes these temporary solutions are worse than the original problem. Yes, this is a dilemma. Is there an answer? Of course. A wise man said with a smile: "the Answer is in the question".

Sometimes nature making fun of us, and we imagine that we are not who we really are. The key is whether it to life in General? Or a special case of a two-headed schizophrenic? Each thought that the other is just an unnecessary appendage. In the end, when one head turned, the second shot her between the eyes, and, of course, killed herself.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. There are people who are able to open many eyes. Someone said, "the Eyes are the mirror of the soul". So, we look at the eyes to see the nature of the soul. Sometimes, when we look in the eyes, it happens that we see the eyes, the eyes... which cannot see the soul, only darkness. And we wonder where is the beauty? There is no beauty in the eyes without a soul.

The world is full of sorrow, for there are many things unknown to us. Yes, unknown to us many wonderful things - such as truth. The sadness for our ignorance is very real. The tears are real. What is a tear? There are tiny glands - lacrimal that produce tears in case of sadness. And that day, when sorrow comes, we ask "the kind of sadness that makes me cry the sorrow that breaks my heart, will she?". The answer is of course, Yes. One day the sadness will pass.

Sometimes ideas, like men, come out of nowhere and say "hi". These ideas present themselves through words. But is it words? Strange language from these ideas. And everything we see in this world - someone's ideas. Some of them are destructive, some constructive. Some ideas can come in the guise of sleep...

Everything has a cause, they are even absurd.