Right then and there, in the midst of heated money talks, budgets, reports, overhead, time sheets and all the related crap, sun shining through the window, I knew where home was. For one tiny second, gone with a blink of an eye. And then, the thought is gone.
’ - Have you been to Heaven, Ketut?’
He smiled. Of course he had been there, he said.
’ - What is it like?’
’ - Beautiful. Everything beautiful is there. Everything is love there. Heaven is love.’
’ - You have been to hell, Ketut?’
He smiled. Of course he had been there.
’ - What’s it like in hell?’
’ - Same like heaven’, he said. ‘Universe is a circle, Liz.’
As above, so below.
’ - Then how can you tell the difference between heaven and hell?’ I asked.
’ - Because of the journey.’
’ - So, if heaven is love, then hell is…’
’ - Hell is love too’, he said.
- Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat Pray Love.
I do.
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true story.
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the name of the game is love.
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make a wish
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Stairway to Heaven.
Jerry Wayne Downs Psychoradiology - Staircase No. 3
I love that the steps can be seen beneath the water.
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Soare. Pe birou, munți de muncă. Prânzu-n parc a venit în mod natural. Băncile-n fața ochilor mi se ocupau una câte una. Așa am ajuns de cealaltă partea a parcului, pe banca pe care ne mai pupam acum 1 an. La 2 metri de casa lui. Singura liberă, cum altfel? Am mâncat.
His place is still for rent. Unfurnished. Big dressing.
Mda.
Indeed…
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Midnight in London. Almost.
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