Poetry, Quotes and Stories

Time is a lot of the things people say that God is. There's always pre-existing, and having no end. There's the notion of being all powerful-because nothing can stand against time, can it? Not mountains, not armies. And time is, of course, all-healing. Give anything enough time, and everything is taken care of: all pain encompassed, all hardship erased, all loss subsumed. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Remember, man, that thou art dust; and unto dust thou shalt return.  And if time is anything akin to God, I suppose that memory must be the devil.

  I've often heard people say, "What's so fascinating about the Old Silk Route? It's just another road. But perhaps they haven't been close enough to hear the melodious calls of rare, vibrant birds playing in the trees, as if inviting you into a conversation with nature itself. Maybe they haven't marveled at the towering pine trees, so majestic and surreal, their hues shifting with every turn of the road, making the landscape feel like a dream. I doubt they've breathed in the intoxicating fragrance of wildflowers, their scent weaving through the air, casting a spell as you journey through the dense, untamed forest. And surely, they haven't surrendered to the weather—a weather so enchanting, it blurs your thoughts and beckons you to lose yourself in its beauty. They may have passed through, but they haven't truly  traveled  the Silk Route, nor absorbed its captivating aura. -Sumita

It is ALWAYS about what people can get from each other,  not unconditional equations like presence, inspiration, understanding  and just peace.