A profane question of diety

Since we call "God" everything we don't understand, or can't yet explain, does that mean that the more we know, the smaller this God gets?

Of stories and tales

When you've heard a story that, be it sad or happy, makes you feel warmth.
When you've heard a story that you'd wish would never end, but at the same time hope that it does, because in its fine underworkings it made you understand that for anything to be truly beautiful, it must also be mortal.
When you've heard a story that once ended it silences even your softest whispers.
When you've heard a story that reminds you of your soul, and does so by bringing it back to life and placing it right in front of your eyes for you to see.

When you've heard such a story, you've heard an extraordinary story.


And you know you're not alone.

On loving a woman (Bob Marley)

Nici pe departe creatie personala, dar reuseste sa cristalizeze niste ganduri care imi umbla brambura prin cap de ceva vreme incoace. Poate am sa am si versiunea mea candva, pana atunci insa, Marley said it best:

Bob Marley on Loving a Woman:

You may not be her first, her last, or her only.

She loved before and she may love again.

But if she loves you now, what else matters?

She’s not perfect, you aren’t either,

and the two of you may never be perfect together

but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice,

and admit to being human and making mistakes,

hold onto her and give her the most you can.

She may not be thinking about you

every second of the day, but she will give you a part of

her that she knows you can break: her heart.

So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze

and don’t expect more then she can give.

Smile when she makes you happy,

let her know when she makes you mad,

and miss her when shes not there.