"The weather was changing rapidly. The sea, so immense, so breathtakingly immense, was settling into a smooth and steady motion, with waves at heel; the wind was softening to a tuneful breeze; fluffy, radiantly white clouds were beginning to light up in a vast fathomless dome of delicate pale blue. It was dawn of a beautiful day in the Pacific Ocean."
Life of Pi.
father, what is the difference between living and not living? is it belief? or only acceptance? is it love? or is it just in breathing? is it in having someone there to see it? he asked, shirt soaked with sweat from neck to waistline and knees bleeding from walking without end
these are variations on a theme. he replied, his eyes showing no reflection. the difference between those that have lived and died and those who have not lived or died at all is only in the asking. those that are not living and not dead ask no questions. seek no answers. only exist.
existing isn't living? and what about love? am I wrong in seeking another for my living?
and eating isn't tasting, son. and another will bring no more life, only different colors. the father turned to his left and became a bench for resting legs.
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-Mono, The Sky Remains the Same as Ever
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