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SOME PEOPLE LIVE A LIFETIME IN A MINUTE

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“The sculpture is already complete within the marble block, before I start my work… It’s already there, I just have to chisel away the superfluous material.” Michelangelo O ne of the amazing mysteries of life is the beauty of what we create. It’s said, “Everything that we create in life, we create twice: once, inside the mind, and once, outside.” This means, that everything is already there in the thin air… everything – beautiful buildings and beautiful books… movies, poems, songs, music, software, machines, automobiles, clothes, commercials, every product and every service on this earth. Yes, it’s all there… just like the simplest solution to the toughest mathematical-problem… Just like a continent, even God! Everything is there already concealed; we just need to ‘uncover’… The beauty of this uncovering is called ‘Creation’! Well, if a mystic is to read what I have just said, he may simply laugh at my ignorance. I hear him shout, “My friend, in life, yo...

ALWAYS COUNT ON YOU, CHARLIE

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“There was a time I could see. And I have seen. Boys like these, younger than these, their arms torn out, their legs ripped off.  But, there is nothing like the sight... of an amputated spirit. There is no prosthetic for that. You think you're merely sending this splendid foot soldier...back home to Oregon with his tail between his legs, but I say you are... executing his soul !” - From Frank Slade’s monologue in ‘Scent of a Woman’ I n the movie, ‘Scent of a Woman’ (1992), Al Pacino plays the role of a retired Army officer – Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade. He has lost his vision while juggling with the grenades in one of the eccentric drunken-bouts while still serving in Army Barracks. On the other side, the 17-year-old Charlie Simms (played by Chris O’Donnell) is a student of Baird, an exclusive New England prep school. Most of his peers hail from affluent families while Charlie hails from a lower-middle class family and has made it to Baird ...
THE WILD, WAYSIDE FLOWERS
There is, always, something extra-ordinary in the wild, wayside flowers...