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Prayer is the soul’s nursery, where hopes and dreams find sustenance, where make-believe awakens into faith proved real.

Prayer is not escape from but escape to, and the difference is important. When you take human form, you are not choosing to live in a prison, even one of Heaven’s design. Rather, you are choosing for a time to breathe the air of conflict, and taste the bitter herbs of higher learning. Prayer is an escape back to God’s own bosom, where the soul retreats not for pity but for rest.

RE: Kindle, iPad, et cetera: For a researcher, these new ways of accessing information are just extraordinary. I thing it introduces the possibility of a new standard of cognitive exactness and precision. ~ Rebecca Goldstein, author of Properties of Light: A Novel of Love, Betrayal and Quantum Physics.

Sometimes I have used Kindle eBook reading device and it’s best due to specially Amazon Kindle eBook reader is compatible with Word Wise Enabled, Screen Reader Supported (as like VoiceView, VoiceOver, TalkBack, NVDA, ALT text), Enhanced Typesetting Enabled which is faster reading with less eye strain with beautiful page layout visibility, Page Flip Enabled, Text to Speech and others modern or advanced technological facilities inbuilt. But most of times I use my smart phone and computer as well to eReading at online & offline.

The death of the human body is not only inevitable, but necessary, too. Just as you’d never wish to be forced as an adult to wear clothes you haven’t fit into since you were five, the soul needs to move on and away from the body. It outgrows it.

Success is hard, rewards are scant and the glory not always there.

The meanest people are the weakest people, for they do not even have the strength to believe in goodness. Do not let this be your life’s curse.

The urge to change my mind and not go at all is enormous. I’m absolutely terrified to leave on that boat. But, if I don’t go, there’ll be one more broken person in this world who gave up a dream to sit in a chair, pick up the TV remote and shrink.

The work of soul has nothing at all to do with your physical appearance, weight, height, muscle size, breast size, penis size, or the amount of hair on your head. Nothing physical endures, because nothing physical needs to endure. Nothing physical matters, because matter doesn’t matter. And nothing physical is worth perfecting, because that which is truly perfect was always yours from the beginning.

They'll get my Kindle when they pry it from my cold dead hands, if my corpse will release it.

Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils ... - Louis Hector Berlioz

We cannot fully appreciate eternal life and all its bliss without first understanding the important testing ground of human life on Earth. We cannot be all until we are one. We cannot be raised high until we go low. And we cannot appreciate all our many freedoms until first we begin with nothing.

While books have been around in various forms for thousands of years, the Kindle has been around for just 11 years.

While on Earth, your soul will never stop glowing with the ethereal light. You will be, within yourself, an eternal flame, a reminder that you are, now and forever, something greater than the human body you inhabit.

Tavin cupped his hands to his mouth. “Here, dragon-dragon-dragon!” he yelled. Lily stared in amazement. Well, that was bold, she thought, and stupid.

The Earth is a playground, but your spirit is no child. You are a seasoned veteran of soul caught up in the entrapments of human desire, and as the body’s resident higher self, it’s up to you to help that body behave responsibly whenever possible.

The place you’re going is unlike anything you’ve ever seen or experienced here in Heaven. It’s a contraption of the most immense size, but it comes with walls and a ceiling that will, without any shred of variation or doubt, always come crashing down.

Until recently, I was an ebook sceptic, see; one of those people who harrumphs about the “physical pleasure of turning actual pages” and how ebook will “never replace the real thing”. Then I was given a Kindle as a present. That shut me up. Stock complaints about the inherent pleasure of ye olde format are bandied about whenever some new upstart invention comes along. Each moan is nothing more than a little foetus of nostalgia jerking in your gut. First they said CDs were no match for vinyl. Then they said MP3s were no match for CDs. Now they say streaming music services are no match for MP3s. They’re only happy looking in the rear-view mirror.

Vincent knew he was dying. A horrendous fever overwhelmed him with intolerable pain throughout many sleepless hours. It came as a result of a malaria epidemic that erupted in his hometown during early nineteenth century Europe. The disease spread so fast, physicians had to ration their stocks of quinine only to use it on patients who weren’t declared “hopeless”. Vincent was one of the unlucky ones. Speculating his time on Earth may be short, he requested spiritual guidance, even if he wasn’t a faithful man, nor did he believe in forgiveness. He appealed to the Church as a “just in case” like many other petrified atheists.

A crazy certainty had arisen in his mind: a hand - or perhaps a claw - was going to swim up from the grayness of the Kindle's screen, grab him by the throat, and yank him in.

All parents were once babies and children themselves, so try to remember this when observing parents from afar. Adults are just children who have grown up—they’re toddlers with longer legs.

Adoption is a beautiful, burdensome blessing.

Ain’t nothing too serious. Even death is a joke on the old devil, if we are living for the Lord.

And maybe her eyes still worked regardless of the shape she took, and she could see everything. And maybe somehow she broke through the atmosphere and was sent somewhere out in space where she couldn’t tell if her eyes were opened or closed.

A wounded animal yet bears teeth

But—" yelped Twizbang, “Greydor will eat us!

Cominciò a dire “Chi?...Che cosa?”, ma la risposta fu un rantolo prolungato, seguito da una serie di conati, mentre il corpo che teneva tra le braccia tremava in modo incontrollabile. Piano piano cominciò a notare il soprabito sporco di un colore indefinibile, i piedi nudi, i capelli raggrumati in configurazioni improbabili. Allora, con estremo sforzo, con le due mani a metà tra le guance ed il collo provò a sollevare lentamente il viso di questo corpo. Vide due immensi occhi gialli, persi nel nulla, secchi, la pupilla nera dilatata all'impossibile. Le guance scavate con le ossa del cranio che premevano sulla pelle rinsecchita dove le rughe si diramavano dagli occhi e dalle labbra come le crepe di un deserto. E ancora disse e continuò a ripetere: “Chi sei? Cosa vuoi? Perché?” Ma infine la risposta che non voleva accettare si fece strada nel caos. No, non era possibile. No, non era un mostro venuto dallo spazio, né l'incubo di qualcun altro, ma semplicemente era suo figlio.

Crazy people love their Kindles.

Don't be who others want you to be; become who you desire to be!

Dopo che V. pronunciò le ultime parole, la percezione del mondo di B. ruotò su se stessa. Le loro ombre si tramutarono in due corpi di carne viva che si affrontavano in due dimensioni sulle piastrelle livide della terrazza. L'immagine di lei che aveva davanti si trasformò invece in un'ombra dai contorni netti, anzi piuttosto una falla, un buco a forma di donna nello spazio-tempo che lasciava trapelare il nulla assoluto che stava al di là. La mano di B. si alzò come se possedesse una volontà propria e indipendente, nera si confondeva con l'assenza di lei, così fece anche l'altra mano, si portò lentamente all'altezza dove prima stavano gli occhi e sentì, senza vederlo, che le punte delle dita si stavano sfiorando nel buio. La scintilla della coscienza di B. ardeva di una fiamma nera, incontrollabile, silenziosa, che bruciava lo sbocciare di un fiore ai limiti dell'alba, il palpitare di un cuore caldo sotto la mano, il bacio umido di una notte d'estasi, senza fumo e cenere, lasciando solo un vuoto privo di alcun ricordo. La morte scese, dolce come la primavera dell'infanzia, un lieve accenno di sorriso a un angolo della bocca, timida, pietosa come mai era stata una madre, lo strinse a sé calda come zucchero, gli sussurrò parole inudibili dietro l'orecchio che lo fecero rabbrividire come mai un'amante aveva mai fatto. Lo strinse così forte che diventò lui stesso, B. ricambiò la stretta così disperatamente che divenne lei stessa, il due diventò uno, l'amore impossibile diventò vero, ed amaro come il frutto delizioso della conoscenza. Le mani che non poteva vedere, le sue mani, si avvicinarono in una lenta danza, si strinsero una contro l'altra sempre più forte, per afferrare l'ineffabile, stringere l'amore prima che scappasse via, cogliere quell'attimo che non sarebbe mai più ritornato, la verità nella sua inconcepibile bellezza che palpitava viva tra le dita come carne viva, urlo, sudore, liscia pelle, calore bruciante, ruotare della terra nel nero assoluto del cosmo. Fu un attimo, e la percezione del mondo ruotò nuovamente su se stessa, ritornando là dove doveva stare. B. guardò le sue mani che tremavano sospese nell'aria e poi abbassò lo sguardo verso terra e lì, la vide, abbandonata sulla superficie fredda, un corpo gelido ed immobile che non respirava più, il torace che non si alzava né si abbassava, gli occhi fissi ed immobili che non lo vedevano più, una bambola di una bellezza indescrivibile abbandonata da lui stesso e dal mondo.

Books are completely disappearing. Remember in Fahrenheit 451 where the fireman's wife was addicted to interactive television and they sent fireman crews out to burn books? That mission has been largely accomplished in middle-class America and they didn't need the firemen. The interactive electronics took care of it without the violence,

Choosing the good of all is always your highest calling, even if that means people don’t like you for it. Being liked is meaningless if real love is not at the heart of your purpose.

Close your eyes often, and by opening the eyes of your soul, see the proof of the majesty surrounding you at all times.

Do You Believe?

Emotion is ‘recognition’. When treasured moments are identified in the jungle of our personal history during a visual or aural encounter, we capture magic sparks from our past, arousing flashes of insight and revealing an inner flare. These instants of recognition may kindle enthralling emotion and fulfilling inspiration. (“Those journeys of love”)

Evil is simply a hard truth, a fact we must face from time to time both in human form and on the Ethereal Plane. Its power comes not from any real source as light does, but rather from a fall into emptiness, a hopeless despair perpetuated over and over again by the judges of Earth.

Growing up in the digital age, I'm expected to embrace all forms of modern technology with blissful ignorance. Books were always one of few escapes from this, because reading a book means not having to look at another damned glowing screen - which is why, no matter how "convenient" or "enhanced" digital enthusiasts claim that Ebooks are, I'll never see them as real books. They're just files of binary data, and while they might be considered books by a large amount of people, Ebooks have lost the human quality that real books have. You can argue that this is pretentious or stupid or nostalgic, but ultimately what will you pass down to your children and grandchildren? A broken old Kindle device with the same files that millions of other people have, or the dog-eared paperbacks that you fell in love with and wrote your name in and got signed by the author and flipped through in the bookstore and kept with you for years, like an old friend?

Have they all bought Kindles? I have one, and I use it most nights. I always imagine the books staring and whispering, Traitor! - but come on, I have a lot of free first chapters to get through.

FOCUS, FOCUS, CONSOLIDATED FOCUS. BEWARE OF DISTRACTION

Her ghostly heart knows no sorrow Human fear held fast in chains Surrender all you once held dear Dance and dream again tomorrow

His Pronouncement is Your Announcement -I will make thy name great

If you drop your Kindle in the toilet, you're done.

If you drop a book into the toilet, you can fish it out, dry it off and read that book. But if you drop your Kindle in the toilet, you’re pretty well done.

If you spare some space for a new book, also spare some time to read it.

I guess you can call me "old fashioned". I prefer the book with the pages that you can actually turn. Sure, I may have to lick the tip of my fingers so that the pages don't stick together when I'm enraptured in a story that I can't wait to get to the next page. But nothing beats the sound that an actual, physical book makes when you first crack it open or the smell of new, fresh printed words on the creamy white paper of a page turner.

Fall. Stand. Learn. Adapt.

Have they all bought Kindles? I have one, and I use it most nights. I always imagine the books staring and whispering, Traitor! -- but come on, I have a lot of free first chapters to get through. My Kindle is a hand-me-down from my dad, one of the original models, a slanted, asymmetrical plate with a tiny gray screen and a bed of angled keys. It looks like a prop from 2001: A Space Odyssey. There are newer Kindles with bigger screens and subtler industrial design, but this one is like Penumbra's postcards: so uncool it's cool again.

Humanity was a passing notion to him; something he liked to try on for size and model in the dressing room, but never actually felt compelled to buy.

It seems human beings have a great inability to see their own Godhood except when pronouncing judgment on others.

I make so many plans but fail at follow-through. Gemini mind once a mat for you to wipe your feet. I’d beg for it. I’d plead 'Here! I’m here waiting for you to be the one. Take my heart, my life, my air: rip them to shreds and hand them back.No need to worry. I have enough superglue and tears to keep me busy for months...