“My reality is that God speaks to you every day. There's an inner voice, and when you hear it, you get a little tingle in your medulla oblongata at the back of your neck, a little shiver, and at two o'clock in the morning, everything's really quiet and you meditate and you got the candles, you got the incense and you've been chanting, and all of a sudden you hear this voice: Write this down. It is just an inner voice, and you trust it. That voice will never take you to the desert.” WritingLittlesTwoRealitySpeakVoiceMorningQuietDesertClockNecksCandleInner VoiceShiverChantingIncense Author:Carlos Santana
“I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs.” HardLightMightEyeHalfMorningSawsFeetCreaturesRainInstrumentsLaysDullSparksYellowCandleLimbsLifelessBurnt OutFrankenstein Novel Book:Frankenstein: ; Or, The Modern Prometheus Source: Frankenstein: ; Or, The Modern Prometheus
“In the morning I stand up, scratch a little bit, then I light a candle and I meditate. Every morning. I've been meditating for maybe 20 years. I meditate so I can make choices; so I'm not a sheep all the time. So I can see better than what everyone else is doing.” YearsLittlesI CanLightChoicesBitsMorningLittle BitCandleSheepEvery MorningScratchesMeditating Author:Russell Simmons