Posts Tagged: Frank
We decode life and call it science. We encode our findings and call them stories, said Frank. Stories are how we understand. Julia kept drawing in her notebook the bat hanging from the ceiling of the attic while Gaia sat on the
The world isn’t out there, Frank said with a wide gesture of his arm, the world as you see it has been invented by people not smarter than you. It is not something for you to see, nor a place to
Frank spoke to Julia while working at his bench. The smart person accepts, the idiot insists. The smart person is solely focused on building and repairing, he experiments, accepts the outcome and moves on. What Frank meant with these
Life is short, but wide, said Frank. We must concentrate in the largesse of every moment. Every moment is infinite, it does not have a beginning or an end. Every moment allows us to dwell and lose ourselves completely.
Life is what you see and how you see it. If you see good, life is good, said Frank. If you see all difficulties as opportunities, not as an unjust destiny, then life is a game, an interesting and challenging
I know the secret, said Frank, and I will tell you what the secret is. I know it for I listened to the sound life makes when nobody talks, I then learned to listen to that sound all the time, and
He wrote it around the city but his message was not widely understood. Most resisted coming up with their own dreams, they confused the dream of the Artist with theirs. The Artist’s dream was to change the lives of others