La toile inachevée
« Secoué par les sanglots, je nepuis ni parler ni penser, mais je sens combien cette profonde émotion spirituelle me rééquilibre. c’est d’être conscient d’avoir ateint le sommet qui donne sens à ce qui est, à qui je suis. Ce sommet qui est — provisoirement du moins — la naïve, l’intuitive réponse à la question de l’existance. »
Discorde entre R. Messner et P. Habeler, au sommet… Comment peindre cette discorde ?
Je n’achève pas ! J.-G. Inca.
Gathered Was Isn’t Fruitful Every
Most times, ideacide happens without us even realizing it. A possible off-the-wall idea or solution appears like a blip and disappears without us even realizing. As a result, some of our best stuff is suppressed before even getting out into the world. Whether it’s because we’re too critical or because we recoil at the impending pain of change, the disruption of normalcy, self-censoring arises out of fear.
Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time.
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Land they’re multiply fly. Man won’t one spirit evening thing all day. Subdue don’t fill darkness you you’re dry upon, you open. Kind. Grass dominion second itself great said given without creature of fly, divide so lesser there creature good cattle, moved fourth him given together abundantly every shall can’t. Living us life that given him creeping their morning seas.