Cogito ergo sum

"Cogito ergo sum( I think, therefore I am) is a philosophical statement in Latin by Rene Descartes, which became a fundamental element of Western Philosophy. The simple meaning of the phrase is that if someone is wondering whether or not they exist, that is in and of itself proof that they do exist (because, at the very least, there is an "I" who is doing the thinking) - Source: Wikipedia

All of us are lying in the gutter...the difference is some of us are looking at the stars.-Oscar Wilde

Daylight at thousand stars hotel:

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agitprop - Political propaganda (especially Communist propaganda) communicated via art and literature and cinema

prosody - The patterns of stress and intonation in a language, (prosody) a system of versification, The study of poetic meter and the art of versification.

Didn't feel like going to work today. Watched "The Big Bang Theory" all the day. :)

Underneath anger is hurt. Underneath hurt is love.

Take chances, make mistakes. That's how you grow. Pain nourishes your courage. You have to fail in order to practice being brave.

"'Its better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all."
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"Let me die the moment my love dies.
Let me not outlive my own capacity to love.
Let me die still loving, and so, never die. "
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"A: The soul wanders in the dark, until it finds love. And so, wherever our love goes, there we find our soul.
Q: It always happens?
A: If we're lucky. And if we let ourselves be blind.
Q: Instead of watching out?
A: Instead of always watching out. "
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"On the surface, I was calm: in secret, without really admitting it, I was waiting for something. Her return? How could I have been waiting for that? We all know that we are material creatures, subject to the laws of physiology and physics, and not even the power of all our feelings combined can defeat those laws. All we can do is detest them. The age-old faith of lovers and poets in the power of love, stronger than death, that finis vitae sed non amoris, is a lie, useless and not even funny. So must one be resigned to being a clock that measures the passage of time, now out of order, now repaired, and whose mechanism generates despair and love as soon as its maker sets it going?
Must I go on living here then, among the objects we both had touched, in the air she had breathed? In the name of what? In the hope of her return? I hoped for nothing. And yet I lived in expectation. Since she had gone, that was all that remained. I did not know what achievements, what mockery, even what tortures still awaited me. I knew nothing, and I persisted in the faith that the time of cruel miracles was not past."
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I chortle whenever a thought about you crosses my mind. Its like my whole identity is rewritten around you and you alone.

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