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Only a true mind can cope with lies and illusions; only a true heart can cope with the poison of hatred. From the beginning of time, darkness thrives in the void, but it always gives way to pure light. Wait for this light and it will come...

The light in the window, as the light at the end of the tunnel.
All week singing voices this song to me:
"God is
Even here.
Here you music,
Here's the text."

... People
I think that they are about something argue,
actions make, love, lying,
prophesy even.
Meanwhile,
they just use light
and often abuse them
like all things that went to waste.
One sometimes obscures one's light to others.
Other overshadowed from the light.
And still others strive to outshine the whole world
his persona - anything can happen.
And for the other he suddenly goes off.

Not individuals vary, but light is different:
Some, like lamps, from the inside
lit. Others - like
all that light bulb.
And this is the essence of the difference.

- There's too much light. All this unnatural electric light your cities pollute the sky. You yourself suffer, not even realizing it.
Suffer from what?
- Loss of stars.

I love the tunnels. They are a symbol of hope once again will light. If on the outside it's not night.

Far beyond Efel the Duat in the West, they could see a strip of pale sky. And suddenly, over the high and sharp peak, looking torn clouds, flashed star. Her beauty so impressed Sam that he has a beating heart, and to the little traveler, lost in the dark, all the damn country, suddenly returned hope. It pierced clear and cold as the ray of the star, the idea is: Darkness is not eternal, and not so much of it takes place in the world, and the light and Supreme beauty that prevails abroad, will remain forever.

Ideally, any light, even the weakest, must disperse at least part of the darkness, leaving the mind less room for terrible fantasy.

The light I see the light!
Like the surgeon took off the blindfold,
Nevidiacich it for so long...

The one who brings light in the lives of others, and himself remains in the shadows.

Sometimes I look at you and think I see a distant star. She shines so bright, but the light from it is tens of thousands of years. May be, and the stars are already there. And he's still real. So real... more Real than nothing happens.

There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.

People always somehow think that you need to strive to love. This is completely wrong, you need to strive for the light. Love is subjective, it can turn into its own opposite, and become hate, misunderstanding, jealousy, chauvinism. And light is something that never changes.

One lamp two houses will not light.