space [Theme]
Probably every person has a secret and favorite space on earth, which he rarely visits, but always remembers and often sees in his dreams. This is how I think about Georgia, and at night I dream about Georgian speech.
She perfectly mastered the gift of filling space with herself, instantly turning those around her into faceless extras. Some sincerely admired her charisma, others quietly hated her, covering up envy with hostility.
But I know everything is for the better! All goes to good..
Everything that is beyond the results that we have is also beyond our perception, understanding and thinking. After all, we cannot come to a result that we do not understand, and, accordingly, we cannot make decisions that will lead to it. What we know leads to what we get. And in order to expand the space of your thoughts, you need to do more actions, the consequences or result of which is unknown.
Quote Explanation: Note: we are talking about actions (within the framework of law and morality) that lead to expanding the boundaries of one's understanding.
Organizing saves time, money, space and energy.
The national economy of each country is included in the world economic space. The world economy is a set of economies of countries connected by interstate economic relations. As market relations emerged within states, interstate markets began to form. A special economic phenomenon arose - the international division of labor. Production has outgrown national boundaries.
It happens that a person immediately causes antipathy. But at the same time, something in him beckons, making you want his attention. It doesn't matter if it's hatred, attraction or friendship. You just want to gain his interest. Entering the room, he fills the entire space, and you suddenly realize that you will never forget this look again. This is a special look.
Quote Explanation: Quote from the story “The Secret of Heaven. Requiem".
Each person receives what he transmits into space. These broadcasts are based on holodynes - images, memories and thoughts characteristic of each person. Holodynes are formed throughout life, and they can also be changed by the power of an individual’s thoughts.
Life is you.
At that moment, when you are completely exhausted, and the heaviness falls into every cell of your mind and body, like sticky cotton candy, at that moment you can try to retire, just close your eyes and imagine your home. Your inner home. At first you will see a lot of people and a lot of fuss around, leave only the most dear ones, look each of them in the eyes and go beyond the space. And now you can safely imagine what you see around you: meadows or fields, or maybe it will be a damp dark forest. Choose yours, what is close and responds, feel the mood of the weather, feel the wind, aromas, sounds and continue walking, acutely absorbing everything. You will see a house ahead. Imagine what it will be like, what the doors and windows will be like. And what color are they? Touch and feel the structure with your hand, open the doors and go inside. Now slowly begin to explore everything that you see there, what is truly yours, and what is it like, how many rooms are there, is there furniture there, and what objects are in it, how the rays of light fall, are there aromas, are there sounds heard, what is the house filled with , what is in plain sight and what is hidden from view. Walk slowly, slowly, through the entire space, merge with it, remember yourself as a little person, remember what you dreamed about, what stories you were replaying in your head, whether there is anything left from your wonderful childhood. Fill your home with what you need, remove everything unnecessary. Stay in this state, feel the sun breaking through the windows, the warmth of the walls, that coziness, peace and quiet that you need, remember this, breathe in, fill up and you can slowly return to reality. And this will be a completely different reality...
Mulled wine... A barely perceptible tart aroma fills the winter space. The white palette melts into the golden and crimson tones of the setting sun, against the backdrop of a clear blue sky flowing into the mist of the night, it looks like a thick, viscous drink. But as soon as you catch the first notes of its sacrament, skillfully poured into a tall crystal glass, the icy edge of the snow outside the window turns into a melting candle. Orange zest, a little cinnamon and nutmeg, wine with a taste of eternity and a bouquet of orange blossom, hibiscus, ruby blood of grapes, fibrous oak and wet earth, a drop of honey, in which, if desired, you can feel the rustle of the meadow and the shimmer of silk flower buds, the murmur of a transparent stream and the height sky. All this creates a thin and delicate train. Touching your lips... and this slightly burning weightlessness spreads throughout your body with serenity and comfort, warmth and bliss. What else is needed to unconditionally defeat winter on its own field...
The more limitless the living space, the closer the shrines should be. Almost so much so that turning to God would mean looking into oneself.
Space and time are connected. Our consciousness measures space in time and time in space.
Reading Harry
People are small creatures existing in a vast space called fate. When there is destiny, individual life disappears.
