The rose is a rose from the time it is a seed to the time it dies. Within it, at all times, it contains its whole potential. It seems to be constantly in the process of change: Yet at each state, at each moment, it is perfectly all right as it is.

Do you know?
A word attached with willing answers to those who are ready to know

Can you imagine how it is, to want to be neither inside nor outside, to want to be nowhere and disappear?

It is with the soul that we grasp the essence of another human being, not with the mind, nor even with the heart.

Written By Henry Miller

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