Lately love seems so far away,
I mean couples love is now this estrange thing.
So exotic that I wouldn't know or be able to recognize it in front of me.
This invented concept I created along the way, so far in my days on earth,
very earthy, humanly corrupted and such.
Finally, love seems sane when it's a combo composed by gratitude + kindness.
And a little rare.
Scents are diverse and rich, they can range from very familiar and annoying to estrange and sensual, from smooth and easily forgotten to intense and profusely imprinted into someones persona; I think of perfumes as an access to a whole other world, to me they are like a door, like you're taking a sneak peek into someone's world. When I was growing up I remember the most fascinating woman I meet only by their aroma, and It always had something extra mixed in, than just a bottle of perfume. It could be the gum she was chewing or the cigarette she just had, even the smell of a fresh leather bag.
For me it stared when I turned eleven, that's when I got my first perfume: soft and fresh but can't remember the name; then was One by CK, a very clean one; later in time I got Allure by Chanel, felt just very french; and then were Lola and Daisy by Marc Jacobs; the first one is probably my favourite so far because it's rare and not everyone loves it at first glance. Then Daisy with it's pinch of jasmine, has been my go to up until now that I've made Coco Mademoiselle my current personal scent.
Next month I'll be back in Cuzco (my second time) and I'm already making lists of things to do there (: like going on a flea market, go to Moray y Maras, San Blas streets, Choquequirao, Quewe and Q'eswachaka bridge, besides exploring new sites; meanwhile I have these images of last time in Cuzco.
Repeat yourself: Life's too short and valuable, just short enough to encourage you to start doing what you feel like doing and not too valuable so that you can flow, and not taking it too seriously to enjoy.
After that point when I'll find IT, everything should be easy so, do live up to it.
Albert Einsten's Optical Delusion of Consciousness (19 -1955)"A human being is a part of the whole, called by us, "Universe," a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest -- a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness.
This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.
Nobody is able to achieve this completely, but the striving for such achievement is in itself a part of the liberation and a foundation for inner security."
He thought that separate minds is an illusion, if we have collapse of the quantum wave function by consciousness, this would entail a single, universal consciousness.