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But Stein was born on Earth and was used to it. Besides, by Earth standards, his apartment was quite luxurious.
It was just that through those same windows, beyond which the city stretched, the stars were visible, and among them lurked the planets of the Beyond, where there were no cities, only gardens with emerald lawns, where everyone was a king, and where all normal Earthlings ardently and futilely hoped to get one fine day.
Isaac Asimov. “Mother Earth.”

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<div class="bbWrapper">But Stein was born on Earth and was used to it. Besides, by Earth standards, his apartment was quite luxurious.<br /> It was just that through those same windows, beyond which the city stretched, the stars were visible, and among them lurked the planets of the Beyond, where there were no cities, only gardens with emerald lawns, where everyone was a king, and where all normal Earthlings ardently and futilely hoped to get one fine day.<br /> Isaac Asimov. “Mother Earth.”</div>

 

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Brida had to find a secluded corner in her apartment to place a small altar, before which a candle burned day and night—in accordance with the Tradition of the Moon, it was a symbol of the four elements: the wick contained the earth,...

God’s blessings sometimes fly in to us, shattering windowpanes.

Brida
Paulo Coelho

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<div class="bbWrapper"><span style="font-size: 15px">Brida had to find a secluded corner in her apartment to place a small altar, before which a candle burned day and night—in accordance with the Tradition of the Moon, it was a symbol of the four elements: the wick contained the earth,... <br /> <br /> God’s blessings sometimes fly in to us, shattering windowpanes. <br /> <br /> Brida<br /> Paulo Coelho</span></div>

 

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The search for freedom is the only driving force I know. It is the freedom to suddenly fly away into the infinity that lies somewhere out there. It is the freedom to die, disappearing forever. It is the freedom of a candle flame that remains unextinguished in a world illuminated by the light of billions of magnificent stars, remaining unextinguished because it never considers itself to be anything greater than it really is—just a candle.

Carlos Castaneda, “The Art of Dreaming”

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<div class="bbWrapper">The search for freedom is the only driving force I know. It is the freedom to suddenly fly away into the infinity that lies somewhere out there. It is the freedom to die, disappearing forever. It is the freedom of a candle flame that remains unextinguished in a world illuminated by the light of billions of magnificent stars, remaining unextinguished because it never considers itself to be anything greater than it really is—just a candle.<br /> <br /> Carlos Castaneda, “The Art of Dreaming”</div>

 

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A Sign of Awakening
Life for me is not a candle; it is a blazing torch given to me for a time, and I want it to burn as brightly as possible before I pass it on to future
generations.
George Bernard Shaw

Robin Sharma
The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari

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<div class="bbWrapper"><span style="font-size: 17px">A Sign of Awakening <br /> Life for me is not a candle; it is a blazing torch given to me for a time, and I want it to burn as brightly as possible before I pass it on to future <br /> generations.<br /> George Bernard Shaw </span> <br /> <br /> <span style="font-size: 17px">Robin Sharma<br /> The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari</span></div>

 

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It snowed, snowed all across the land
To every distant boundary.
A candle burned upon the table,
A candle burned.

As in summer a swarm of gnats
Flies toward the flame,
Flakes flew in from the yard
To the window frame.

The blizzard molded circles and arrows
On the glass.
A candle burned upon the table,
A candle burned.
“Winter Night,” Boris Pasternak.

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<div class="bbWrapper">It snowed, snowed all across the land<br /> To every distant boundary.<br /> A candle burned upon the table,<br /> A candle burned.<br /> <br /> As in summer a swarm of gnats<br /> Flies toward the flame,<br /> Flakes flew in from the yard<br /> To the window frame.<br /> <br /> The blizzard molded circles and arrows<br /> On the glass.<br /> A candle burned upon the table,<br /> A candle burned.<br /> “Winter Night,” Boris Pasternak.</div>

 

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And the wax wept...

And the wax wept beneath the candle’s flame.
And the transparent rays of Truth warmed the heart.

And in the storm, an indefatigable beacon shone for the ship.
And the Unseen Voice led the people through the desert...

A collection of poems, “The Healer,” by Sergei Vasilyevich Veretennikov.

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<div class="bbWrapper"><b><i>And the wax wept...</i></b><br /> <br /> And the wax wept beneath the candle’s flame.<br /> And the transparent rays of Truth warmed the heart.<br /> <br /> And in the storm, an indefatigable beacon shone for the ship.<br /> And the Unseen Voice led the people through the desert...<br /> <br /> A collection of poems, “The Healer,” by Sergei Vasilyevich Veretennikov.</div>

 

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“Where I come from,” said Alice, gasping for breath, “if you run as fast as you can for a long time, you’ll generally get somewhere else.”
“What a slow sort of country!” said the Queen. “Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!”

From Lewis Carroll’s “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland”

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<div class="bbWrapper">“Where I come from,” said Alice, gasping for breath, “if you run as fast as you can for a long time, you’ll generally get somewhere else.”<br /> “What a slow sort of country!” said the Queen. “Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!”<br /> <br /> From Lewis Carroll’s “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland”</div>

 

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Ivanushka went out into the field, threw down his basket, whistled three times, and shouted:
— Sivka-Burka, prophetic dun horse! Stand before me like a leaf before the grass!
The horse came running—the earth trembled, flames poured from its ears, and smoke billowed from its nostrils.
It galloped up and stood before Ivanushka as if rooted to the spot.

“Sivka-Burka.” Russian folk tale.

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<div class="bbWrapper">Ivanushka went out into the field, threw down his basket, whistled three times, and shouted:<br /> — Sivka-Burka, prophetic dun horse! Stand before me like a leaf before the grass!<br /> The horse came running—the earth trembled, flames poured from its ears, and smoke billowed from its nostrils. <br /> It galloped up and stood before Ivanushka as if rooted to the spot.<br /> <br /> “Sivka-Burka.” Russian folk tale.</div>

 

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For a person, the mind is like a Cossack's horse. It keeps driving us forward all the time. But Baron says that nowadays, people have got into a completely different kind of situation. No one can control this horse of theirs, so, one might say, it has taken the bit between its teeth; it is no longer the rider who controls it, but the horse carries him wherever it wants. Thus, the rider has forgotten that he wanted to get somewhere at all. Wherever the horse happens to wander, that's where he goes.

Viktor Pelevin
"Chapaev and Emptiness"

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<div class="bbWrapper"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'PT Serif'"><span style="color: rgb(27, 32, 36)">For a person, the mind is like a Cossack's horse. It keeps driving us forward all the time. But Baron says that nowadays, people have got into a completely different kind of situation. No one can control this horse of theirs, so, one might say, it has taken the bit between its teeth; it is no longer the rider who controls it, but the horse carries him wherever it wants. Thus, the rider has forgotten that he wanted to get somewhere at all. Wherever the horse happens to wander, that's where he goes.<br /> <br /> Viktor Pelevin<br /> "Chapaev and Emptiness"</span></span></span></div>

 

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Everyone follows their own path. Yet all roads lead nowhere anyway. So the whole point lies in the road itself, in how you walk it… If you walk it with pleasure, then it is your road. If you feel bad, you can leave it at any moment, no matter how far you have gone. And that will be the right thing to do.

Carlos Castaneda "The Active Side of Infinity"

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<div class="bbWrapper">Everyone follows their own path. Yet all roads lead nowhere anyway. So the whole point lies in the road itself, in how you walk it… If you walk it with pleasure, then it is your road. If you feel bad, you can leave it at any moment, no matter how far you have gone. And that will be the right thing to do.<br /> <br /> Carlos Castaneda "The Active Side of Infinity"</div>

 

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Kai and Gerda, holding hands, set off along their own road. Spring welcomed them everywhere: flowers were blooming, and the grass was turning green.
The sound of bells rang out, and they recognized the tall towers of their native city. Kai and Gerda entered the city where their grandmother lived; then they climbed the stairs and entered the room, where everything was just as it had been: the clock ticked, “tick-tock,” and the hands moved as before. But as they passed through the doorway, they noticed that they had grown and become adults. Roses were blooming on the gutter and peering into the open windows.
"The Snow Queen." H. C. Andersen.

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<div class="bbWrapper">Kai and Gerda, holding hands, set off along their own road. Spring welcomed them everywhere: flowers were blooming, and the grass was turning green.<br /> The sound of bells rang out, and they recognized the tall towers of their native city. Kai and Gerda entered the city where their grandmother lived; then they climbed the stairs and entered the room, where everything was just as it had been: the clock ticked, “tick-tock,” and the hands moved as before. But as they passed through the doorway, they noticed that they had grown and become adults. Roses were blooming on the gutter and peering into the open windows.<br /> "The Snow Queen." H. C. Andersen.</div>

 

[Веретенников Сергей]

We're going to London!

Why not India?
London? Who needs that?

The Queen does—and please, no unnecessary questions...

If there are to be no unnecessary questions, then, dear D'Artagnan, you will go alone.
Indeed, D'Artagnan, I agree with Porthos.
Why should we risk ourselves for some unknown purpose?
I agree with Aramis...

So, you're not going?
Very well, I'll go alone!
Farewell...

Tell me, D'Artagnan, does the Queen need this, or do you?

I need it, Athos.

So what's the problem?


The Three Musketeers — Wikipedia

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<div class="bbWrapper">We're going to London!<br /> <br /> Why not India?<br /> London? Who needs that?<br /> <br /> The Queen does—and please, no unnecessary questions...<br /> <br /> If there are to be no unnecessary questions, then, dear D'Artagnan, you will go alone.<br /> Indeed, D'Artagnan, I agree with Porthos.<br /> Why should we risk ourselves for some unknown purpose?<br /> I agree with Aramis...<br /> <br /> So, you're not going?<br /> Very well, I'll go alone!<br /> Farewell...<br /> <br /> <b>Tell me, D'Artagnan, does the Queen need this, or do you?</b><br /> <br /> I need it, Athos.<br /> <br /> So what's the problem?<br /> <br /> <br /> <a href="https://ru.wikipedia.org/wiki/Д’Артаньян_и_три_мушкетёра" target="_blank" class="link link--external" rel="nofollow noopener">The Three Musketeers — Wikipedia</a></div>

 

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“One must not ask questions, but take action. As you yourself have said so many times—we must take risks.”

Paulo Coelho, “By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept”

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<div class="bbWrapper">“One must not ask questions, but take action. As you yourself have said so many times—we must take risks.”<br /> <br /> Paulo Coelho, “By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept”</div>

 

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Observe your lies and scrutinize them every hour, every minute. Flee disgust as well, both toward others and toward yourself: what seems vile to you within yourself is cleansed simply by the fact that you have noticed it in yourself. Flee fear too, although fear is merely the consequence of every lie. Never be frightened by your own weakness in the pursuit of love; do not be too frightened even by the bad deeds you may commit in the process. I regret that I cannot tell you anything more comforting.

"The Brothers Karamazov" by Fyodor Dostoevsky

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<div class="bbWrapper">Observe your lies and scrutinize them every hour, every minute. Flee disgust as well, both toward others and toward yourself: what seems vile to you within yourself is cleansed simply by the fact that you have noticed it in yourself. Flee fear too, although fear is merely the consequence of every lie. Never be frightened by your own weakness in the pursuit of love; do not be too frightened even by the bad deeds you may commit in the process. I regret that I cannot tell you anything more comforting.<br /> <br /> "The Brothers Karamazov" by Fyodor Dostoevsky</div>

 

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The pike pleaded again:
— Yemelya, Yemelya, let me go into the water. I’ll do anything you wish.
— All right, but first show me that you’re not deceiving me, and then I’ll let you go.
The pike asked him:
— Yemelya, Yemelya, tell me—what do you want right now?
— I want the buckets to go home by themselves, without spilling the water…
The pike told him:
— Remember my words:
— Whenever you want something, just say:
“By the pike’s command, by my own wish.”

Russian folktale “By the Pike’s Command”

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<div class="bbWrapper">The pike pleaded again:<br /> — Yemelya, Yemelya, let me go into the water. I’ll do anything you wish.<br /> — All right, but first show me that you’re not deceiving me, and then I’ll let you go.<br /> The pike asked him:<br /> — Yemelya, Yemelya, tell me—what do you want right now?<br /> — I want the buckets to go home by themselves, without spilling the water…<br /> The pike told him:<br /> — Remember my words:<br /> — Whenever you want something, just say:<br /> “By the pike’s command, by my own wish.”<br /> <br /> Russian folktale “By the Pike’s Command”</div>

 

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“I wish I knew why the stars shine,” he said pensively. “Perhaps it is so that, sooner or later, everyone can find their own star again.”

“The Little Prince” by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

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<div class="bbWrapper">“I wish I knew why the stars shine,” he said pensively. “Perhaps it is so that, sooner or later, everyone can find their own star again.”<br /> <br /> “The Little Prince” by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry</div>

 

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Imagination is more important than knowledge. A. Einstein
V. L. Vorontsov, “The Symphony of Reason: Aphorisms and Sayings by Russian and Foreign Authors.” Moscow: Khudozhestvennaya Literatura, 1980, p. 331

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<div class="bbWrapper"><b>Imagination is more important than knowledge</b>. A. Einstein<br /> V. L. Vorontsov, “The Symphony of Reason: Aphorisms and Sayings by Russian and Foreign Authors.” Moscow: Khudozhestvennaya Literatura, 1980, p. 331</div>

 

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— Oh, stop, stop, Ivan laughed. — How heated you’ve become. Imagination, you say—so be it! Of course, imagination. But allow me to ask: do you really think that this entire Catholic movement of recent centuries is truly nothing more than a desire for power, pursued solely for sordid gains?
F. M. Dostoevsky, “The Brothers Karamazov”

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<div class="bbWrapper">— Oh, stop, stop, Ivan laughed. — How heated you’ve become. Imagination, you say—so be it! Of course, imagination. But allow me to ask: do you really think that this entire Catholic movement of recent centuries is truly nothing more than a desire for power, pursued solely for sordid gains?<br /> F. M. Dostoevsky, “The Brothers Karamazov”</div>

 

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The moon slowly rose above the rooftops. The dirty courtyard outside the window began to look like some palace of silver and shadows. A little imagination—and any pile of rubbish turns into a scatter of silver…..
Only imagination can transform facts—these poles with clotheslines for drying laundry—into flagpoles from which the faded banners of our dreams flutter.
Erich Maria Remarque, “Arch of Triumph”

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<div class="bbWrapper">The moon slowly rose above the rooftops. The dirty courtyard outside the window began to look like some palace of silver and shadows. A little imagination—and any pile of rubbish turns into a scatter of silver…..<br /> Only imagination can transform facts—these poles with clotheslines for drying laundry—into flagpoles from which the faded banners of our dreams flutter.<br /> Erich Maria Remarque, “Arch of Triumph”</div>

 

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“Let us not think about ghosts and fantasies, wasting our energy in vain; instead, let us gather it so that, with complete self-control, we may carry out our share of the assistance…” — The Florentine

Concordia Antarova, “Two Lives,” Book I, Chapter VI

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<div class="bbWrapper">“Let us not think about ghosts and fantasies, wasting our energy in vain; instead, let us gather it so that, with complete self-control, we may carry out our share of the assistance…” — The Florentine<br /> <br /> Concordia Antarova, “Two Lives,” Book I, Chapter VI</div>