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“You know the saying 'seeing is believing'? It's a problem, when you think about it. I mean, it's reasonable for people to want proof before they accept something they've been told. I do. I'm a fan of logic and demonstrable facts. But the idea inherent: that you can believe what you see? That's majorly flawed, because people usually have no clue what they're looking at.”

“You know the stories of my grandfather, I am sure?” Jesse asked. Lucie raised an eyebrow. “The one who turned into a great worm because of demon pox, and was slain by my father and uncles?” “I feared your parents would not have considered it the kind of tale suitable for a young lady’s ears,” said Jesse. “I see that was an idle concern.” “They tell it every Christmas,” said Lucie smugly.”

“You know the story of the prodigal son?” Pastor Voss asked. “It’s powerful, don’t you think? The father running out to the wayward-turned-repentant son, giving him the best clothes, preparing a giant feast. All to celebrate his return. I always wonder, when I read that story, how different it would have been if, instead of accepting his father’s gift, the son would have worn sackcloth and worked in his father’s pigsty…Loses some of its power that way, doesn’t it?” “You think that’s what I’m doing?” “God’s calling you to be His son, not His slave. He doesn’t want you to wear shackles, Davis. Not when He’s already cut you free.”

“You know the story.” The Nalnom rotated his hand in the air as if she should recall it. “I don’t. I’ve never heard the story.” Joshlon summarized it for her. “Prometheus was turned into a dragon by his angry lover, Naradite. She refused to turn him back into his manly form. He became the first fire-breathing dragon—Naga the Terrible.” Eena dropped her lower jaw. “What?” “Naradite turned Prometheus into a dragon,” Joshlon repeated. “Naga.” “And Prometheus is Edgar’s father?” She was sure the surrounding stares were the result of her virtually shouting out the question. Joshlon answered with some hesitance in his voice. “I don’t know who Edgar is, but Edgarmetheus was supposedly the son of Prometheus, the illegitimate child of him and his lover, Naradite.” “Oh. My. Gosh!” Eena exclaimed. “Naga is Edgar’s father!” Joshlon’s lip curled. He didn’t look like he was following her emotional outburst. “Sha Eena, are you trying to tell me that this is all for real? And Naga is the undefeatable enemy you’re fighting?” Her hazel eyes focused on him instantly. “Oh, no, no, not Naga! Out of all the immortals, he’s the nice one!” Joshlon looked confused. “Naga the Terrible is the nice one?” “Yes,” Eena nodded assuredly. “Edgar is the…” She halted mid-sentence. Joshlon had stopped moving. In fact, all the surrounding Nalnoms were frozen in place, skeptical expressions stuck on their faces. Her eyes fell closed when she heard the disgruntled voice behind her. “I’m the what?” he grumbled lowly. “I’d really love to hear the end of that sentence, Amora.”

“You know the theory of cell irritability? If you take an amoeba cell and poke it a thousand times, it will change and then re-form into its original shape. And then, the thousandth time you poke this amoeba, the cell will completely collapse and become nothing. That's kind of what it's like being famous. People say hi, how are you doing, and after the thousandth time, you just get angry; you really pop.”

“You know the thing about Trusting Krishna, you slowly learn to accept things as it is, because then you look at everything as a third person, merely observing the pain, the happiness, the victory, the failure, your whole Life looks and seems like a dream and you know this is not your Home neither your Destination, you stay kind not out of expecting anything from anyone but because you start understanding the core of Life, that stands in the basic fabric of Love, you stop Hoping not out of Dismay but out of the acute understanding that Nothing that happens around is new or under your control and yet none of it means inaction, it just means you keep walking and adding to your soul's account sometimes actually balancing the score by doing what your soul has contracted to from the beginning of taking this shell of a body, you realise you are not this body and yet you are of this body and every thing happening around is Not Happening for you and yet happening around you, where you have a significant role to play, that in this beautiful cosmic fabric of an unfathomable universe you matter because you carry the light and the DNA of a Star, of a Sun, in essence of Him. And then you realise, that all along Mahadev was trying to tell you the exact same thing, in a different yet quite the same language, the Art of Life, where you Attach yourself without Attaching Yourself, the Dichotomy and Contrasts of Life, the Contradictory Path of Life, where Light and Dark Co-exist, much like the Life and Shadow, Death and New Beginnings and Everything that tells you Detachment is Nothing but Attachment without any expectation, that Life is Death every moment and yet Beautifully glorious in its Moments that teaches you how Human Life despite all the Pain and Loss, Melancholy and Struggles is a Lesson that is Never Void, that No Matter Your Dreams, Your Life will walk in the path that was Chosen for your Soul's progress, that despite nothing being under our Control, He has given us the Power to Pray, not to achieve something in particular but to surrender everything in essence, losing your soul and finding much more in Him, where Time Dilutes and Life Stands Still, after all Time is of Mahadev and Life is of Krishna. So then, Time and Life become your allies and no matter what comes, you simply observe because you know you have agreed to this, long before this perishable body took charge, because you know that Death, Fear and Gloom lost their control on you the moment you surrendered your Soul and Life to Him. Because Mahadev teaches you Vairāgya. And Krishna teaches you Karma. Both in Essence speak of Life lived in Submission, closely linked to the Simple Understanding that you are not this body and yet you are of this body, that you don't do anything and yet you do everything, that you are simply an observer and hence life and death, victory and failure, pleasure and pain, life and death are actually one, it is just our mind that tells us any different. And so, Pain Loses its grip when Faith walks in. You embrace your Darkness and wear your Crown simply in the understanding that even in Quantum Physics, the understanding of the Black Holes still holds the key, by dissecting Murphy's Law, by knowing Time as just a dimension and simply coming to the conclusion that all of this, pin-points at the Single Most Essential Truth, Life is beyond Time and HE is Beyond Time, Life, Destiny, Fate and that is where Prayers walk in. That is Where Prayers are Much More powerful than anything of this Universe or beyond. Because Prayers from your heart are a direct link to the One who created your heart and the Heart of this Universe, from the gravitational force to the time frequency of this tiny yet beautiful planet called earth, entangling the forces of Nature through an ocean of Cosmos and beyond.”

“You know the typical crowd, Wow, it’s Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there? Well, yeah. Because there’s nothing out there. It’s stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I’ve never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. That’s all. Sorry for all the millions, but I’ve never been lonely. I like myself. I’m the best form of entertainment I have.”

“You know the voice inside your head that taunts you whenever you try to be optimistic? It criticizes you when things get tough. It whines and repeats negative mantras like “You can’t do it. You’ll never be loved. You’re going to look stupid.” Let's call that voice Self-Doubt. Every negative thought you've ever had about yourself came from Self-Doubt. Whenever you focus on what Self-Doubt says, you activate the feelings those thoughts created in you. When you remember and dwell on these negative thoughts, Self-Doubt strips you of your confidence. Self-Doubt is like a manipulative man. It tries to belittle you and steal your happiness. It wants to leave you scared and insecure. The only way to silence Self-Doubt is by consciously activating another thought. In other words, remove a negative thought by replacing it with another thought.”

“You know, the whole thing about perfectionism. The perfectionism is very dangerous. Because of course if your fidelity to perfectionism is too high, you never do anything. Because doing anything results in...it's actually kind of tragic because you sacrifice how gorgeous and perfect it is in your head for what it really is. And there were a couple of years where I really struggled with that.”

“You know the worst thing is freedom. Freedom of any kind is the worst for creativity. You know, Dali spent two months in jail in Spain, and these two months were the most enjoyable and happy in my life. Before my jail period, I was always nervous, anxious. I didn't know if I should make a drawing, or perhaps make a poem, or go to the movies or the theatre, or catch a girl, or play with the boys. The people put me in jail, and my life became divine. Tremendous!”

“You know the Zen question, 'The Bodhisattva of Great Mercy' has a thousand hands and a thousand eyes; 'which is the true eye?' I could not understand this for a long time. But the other day, when I looked at the pine trees bending before the cold blasts from the mountain, I suddenly realized the meaning. You see, all the boughs, branches, twigs, and leaves simultaneously bend to the wind with tremendous vigor.”

“You know them days you just got the blues, All stressed and depressed from just watchin' the news? No matter what good you do, it seems you always get screwed. Got you caught up in your feelings, now you off in the mood. Shake that attitude and do what you can, Set a couple goals, follow through with your plans. Time waits for no man and tomorrow's not promised, So if she's still alive, shoot a call to your mama. Cause the fighting and the drama, it's just not worth it, Nobody's perfect, ain't none of us worthless. We all got a place, and we all got a purpose.”

“You know, then, that the public Somebody you are when you “have a name” is a fiction created with mirrors and that the only somebody worth being is the solitary and unseen you that existed from your first breath and which is the sum of your actions and so is constantly in a state of becoming under your own volition — and knowing these things, you can even survive the catastrophe of Success!”