(pars secundus)
sometimes i ask myself a question
that was asked by the wise ones
maybe unimaginable long time ago:
what would you do for just one moment,
when all the darkness of this world
turns into all-revealing light?
i asked myself this question and
answer was (usually): just about
everything.
and now i ask you this question.

(pars unus)
f is truly for felicity.
no doubt remains. at least
for me.

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i would do everything
but one thing;
the thing which they probably wouldn't even ask for.
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:)

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what can i do when
a desire arises:
to know what is the
one thing
you mentioned?
i think i can do
nothing but
ask you.
even if the answer
won't come.

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i would not sell myself.

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nor would i.
ever.
neither physically nor
spiritually nor
mentally. no one of my
three bodies.
but then again,
the true moment of light
is never offered for
such price.

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at least, it shouldn't be.

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if you see a price tag
attached to the key for
gates to heaven, you are
looking for it in wrong
place.

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and the doorman is probably a jew :)

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evil and depravity doesn't
belong to any particular
nationality.

and kabbalah, the
esoteric system that
has its origins among jews,
very well can be one of
many possible paths to
the heaven.

but i still can
imagine a rabbi
holding the key to these gates
and muttering under nose:
women are not allowed.

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most of the merchants
will never see
the gates of heaven.
even more so the heaven
itself.
when one's life is defined
only by selling anything to
anyone,
one is really trading himself.

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i guess,
money is their heaven,
literally.

i don't feel any pity for them.
well, ok, i do.
a little.
sometimes.

but the story is not about that.

the last sentence (idea)
of your comment,
was brilliantly put.

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it is so true.
each of us have our
very personal heaven.
and hell, of course, too.

compassion is taught by some
as the highest of virtues.
but not everyone has deserved it.
some of them deserve only pity.

but the story is also not about that.

in everybody's life there are
so called pivotal moments.
i think i am still living in one.
elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo.

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or - maybe the moment is just
ocurring one after another :)

and, if so, -
the real culmination is only
coming.

(yes, i love to speculate
with words, letters, thoughts, -
everything.)

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yes, maybe it's continuous
stream of wonderful moments.
there certainly is a light
in the end of the tunnel.
i would like to approach it forever,
always closer, never entering.

the culmination is most blissful
when it's unending.

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closer.
i love the word.
tuvāk.
vēl tuvāk.

offtopic:
have you seen the movie?

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closer. always closer.
almost close enough
for touch.
the beauty could be in
the tension of 'almost.'
i think you understand
this peculiar beauty.

closer. by patrick marber?
i have seen that.
hello, stranger.

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hello, stranger.

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(if only i weren't getting so sleepy,
i'd stay.

i had a lovely time,
thank you.

let's keep in
( :) )
touch.)

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you don't have to stay.
you just have to return.

for me, there is no past
or present, or future.
there is just a marvelous
continuity.
thank you.

let's keep in touch.
connections.

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