Michael's Wingman and the Beloved: You Were Mine From the Beginning

Sunday, July 21, 2013

“He never knew a single second could be expanded into something timeless and so archaic. It shook him to his core – there were no words for it.”― Dianna Hardy, The Sands Of Time

A Great Secret

“A thought transfixed me: for the first time in my life I saw the truth as it is set into song by so many poets, proclaimed as the final wisdom by so many thinkers. The truth — that love is the ultimate and the highest goal to which man can aspire. Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of man is through love and in love. I understood how a man who has nothing left in this world still may know bliss, be it only for a brief moment, in the contemplation of his beloved. In a position of utter desolation, when man cannot express himself in positive action, when his only achievement may consist in enduring his sufferings in the right way — an honorable way — in such a position man can, through loving contemplation of the image he carries of his beloved, achieve fulfillment. For the first time in my life I was able to understand the meaning of the words, ‘The angels are lost in perpetual contemplation of an infinite glory.’ “–From “Man’s Search For Meaning” by Viktor Frankl

Michael's Wingman and the Beloved

Sunday, July 21, 2013

You Were Mine From the Beginning

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