Monday, December 31, 2018

2. Deep Soul Defined


Often times we describe someone, or hear of someone describing someone as an “old” or "deep soul”. This person seems to possesses an unsuspecting wisdom about the the world around them. They seem to have insight of value and meaning into people and things. The short time they have spend on the planet seems incongruent with the depth of insight they intuit. This insight often manifests strongly in their capacity to discern. To take circumstances and/or situations and be able to see into them. Peeling back the layers of this gift, is a closer look at how things can be perceived with such a magnified lens.


Let us start with the 5 senses. 

Growing up I had a very small comic card collection, and depending on which company made the cards, when you flipped it over, it showed a breakdown of each hero or villain's powers. 

Think of these humans with a gifted depth in their scope of vision. Any gift is amplified by the sensibilities that the gift relies on. In other words, to be able to see out with such profundity, it only make sense that their "senses" which give them their input are also are also heightened.

 Touch is amplified. Not only do they feel the physical pleasure with greater elation, but also experience the depths of pain at an increased velocity. An extremely deep soul is one for whom every sense seems to have the capacity of intense discernment. 


In other words, the furthest evolution of one’s senses. We drink the world with our ears, our eyes, our touch, our smell, our tongue. 

It is important to note this is not always from experience, but more that the “palate” of senses is impressionable by the world. 
 
Furthermore, not all beings are given even a fraction of the opportunity to asses whether they are able to denote between a multitude of scents and the subtleties within those scents.

The secondary measure by which sense (no pun intended) is made of all this, has to do with the cognition in processing what has been ingested. From these senses, one gathers a visceral relationship with the world and people around them, literally heightening the way they are able to relate (since the way we generally relate to our surroundings is through our senses). 

If one has such “empirical depth” across the board in the 5 generally accepted senses, then the rate at which they take in or experience is vastly different and amplified.

A common debate between Soulosopher’s is whether the evolution of soul is based on these attributes, or simply heightened because of them and exists as a separate non-dependent sense, like that of traditional knowledge through logic.

 A central belief in the principle of Soulsophy echoes the karmic principle of eternal life, but seeks less to etch out what we are or why we are, only that in borrowing directly from the first rule of science, “Energy cannot neither be created or destroyed, only transferred.”  In applying this to our essence, or the question of our souls, 
Soulosophy says we always have been.

In this way, it accounts for the notion of recognition when two people feel as if they have met, and the uncanny familiarity they feel with each-other. Many would say this is due to some type of meeting, acquaintanceship, or friendship in another “life” and maybe another “form”.

Again, Soulosophy does not attempt to “fill in the blanks” of the existential questions, only etch out a framework whose principle reference point is “soul” based with an attentive awareness of feeling and intuitive knowings, rather than story based such as religion, or logic based, such as philosophy. 

In outlining said difference between these common (and often intersecting) schools of thought it important to map out differences so as to differentiate and designate each to their own relative field.

Philosophy


Agnostic


Soulosophy can best be described as an “outlook” or even an “in-look” for that matter.  A distant second to this mild characterization is an “ideology”, but even then the ideas themselves are simply an outlook on a force 





7. What's the Difference between LA and NY?


Recently I had an interaction with a girl from Los Angeles. This brief exchange was able to effectively pin-point an answer to a question I have been asked many times.

“What’s the biggest difference between L.A. and N.Y.?”



Whenever I’m asked this question I take a long pause and try to connect with a crystal clear feeling, but something I always struggled to voice. It’s more of an intangible atmosphere, than a palpable sentiment. After this encounter, if there is time (New York minutes go by very fast) and the setting is casual I simply respond with this anecdote:

One a late NY evening as I was looking out at the city over my balcony I called my friend in Los Angeles who was having dinner with one of his associates (another L.A. socialite). Mid conversation, he passed the phone to her in hopes that we say hi and connect. This is a good time to point out, he had been drinking and she probably had a few herself. Our conversation began nice and light, reflective of a typical sunny day in California. Before he passed the phone to her, we had been discussing my recent break-up and although I didn’t remember sharing the discussion with her, she immediately began inquiring about it. I answered her questions, and in an attempt to meet her disposition started off very bright and sunny. Very "L.A.".


me-“Hi! How are you? Very nice to meet you?

her-“Hiiiii!. Good, thanks… Soooo, you recently broke up with your girlfriend huh?”

me-“Umm, Yeah, I did.”

her-“Well, you sound sad about it? 

me-“Maybe… a little, but I’m ok.

her-No. Seriously. Why?”

*Please note -This is where the conversation turned a bit New York
(direct and to the mother fuckin’ point). 

**Please also note, I have never met this girl seen this girl or been formally introduced to her.
But I knew my friend cared for her so I said,

“Please don’t take this the wrong way. I don’t mean any offense by this, but, you and I don’t know each other well enough for me to answer that question or for us to be having this particular conversation.” - (yikes)



Can you hear the voice of every L.A. girl? I know you can and I wish we could all bellow out in perfect unison together,  

her - “Oh my Gawwwwwwwwwwwwwd. Ruuwwwwwude!”
That was not her response. Instead she said,

       Sorray! I was just trying to sound interested.

boom.

And that right thurr, embedded in that little microcosm of human interaction,
was the gem I had been searching for all these years. It beautifully summed up an answer I could never succinctly voice. What’s the biggest difference between Los Angeles and New York?


Now let’s get to my favorite part, 

- “I was just trying to SOUND interested.”

I’m not even sure what that means. If I had to take a stab at it, and put on my best L.A. reading glasses on, I would venture to say that in her world, pretending to care about something you don’t care about.. at all, deserves applause. Many say New Yorkers are rude, that they don’t care about people. I don’t find this to be true. Maybe rough around the edges, maybe gruff, and maybe a bit hurried in their day to day, but if you ever find yourself in a conversation with someone asking about your relationship, I can assure you, they ARE interested, and they are concerned, and the last thing they got time for is to try and SOUND interested. Where they come from, that’s worse than not giving a shit. 



Furthermore with regards to the "apology".

Sorray! I was just trying to sound interested.

An apology that meant the opposite of what it stated. It was about the same key and frequency of our “Oh my Gawwd. Ruuude!" chorus. In New York, people say what they mean, and mean what they say. You would be so lucky to get an apology, even when deserved, but no one feels compelled to throw out an apology they don’t mean. You sure as hell aren’t hearing “sorry” from anyone who doesn’t mean it. You might here, “Go f—— yourself” but you will never have to wonder where you stand with someone. In the words of the profound woman in the news clip where the was a fire, “Ain’t nobody got time for that.”


By the way I did get the chance to meet this friend in person and for the record, she is quite sweet. However, she did bring up that conversation immediately and her first remark was…

“Oh my Gawwd. You were so Ruuude! I was just trying to be nice.”

 I’m exhausted.

Monday, October 29, 2018

6. When Will We Start to Invest in the Future?

TEACHERS... Our Last Hope.

Day by day, the world goes on, and like a crystal ball in our palm, we try and see where it all went wrong, when we had the answers all along. Teachers, our last hope.

That talk was given to 2 school districts in Texas that were doing a staff education training on student teacher connection. One of the the big focuses for me, especially in the education arena and addressing a floor full of; 1) Disengaged Students 2) Tired, Checked out Teachers, I try and bridge the gap of understanding in a way, that resonates with all; inclusive of the least common denominator. I find tapping into that place is something very few are able to do. I think it's important to understand community. My goal is to have infuse an energy  into my surroundings that will have the hallways buzzing for weeks after I am gone..

During my presentation/performance, I try and navigate between the character and academic driven needs of the adults & the self-discovery & entertainment geared needs of students. The most important thing is a heartfelt & fully authentic connection with both.


I rely heavily on my highly adaptive communication style, a result of my highly eclectic upbringing. It's important that the profound be from the heart and although the subject matter can be highly intellectualized; the deepest lessons of my talks are really in the most mindless; The Entertainment. My goals are to gift your students with a memory they will never forget, gift your teachers with someone who cares, and gift your administrators with a legacy.


Youth Leadership





Darkness Fighter



Friday, September 21, 2018

5. Introduction to Perspective - It Changes EVERYTHING.

I just realized something very powerful.

The way I see the world is beautiful.

I see patterns inside the nuances of human connection.
I am able to often see the vivid causality of intention and action;
as it meets execution and interpretation;
and morphs into a relationship, and then,
slowly, wonderfully, awkwardly becomes love.


Oh, what’s that emotion? I haven’t felt that one before?
That slippery fucking word: Love.



Who knows it best? Who does it best?




Had it not been for the way I was taught to enjoy life, surely the overwhelming moments of despair I have felt would have been enough to tear me from this world with little regard. But early on, I was given the gift of a seer. 

This is not a prophetic or magic gift, in fact, it is one all humans have the ability to acquire. It's life-giving brilliance lies in it's simplicity. 

Somewhere along the way, I was taught to see the awe-inspiring force within all things. 
It is this intricate subtle inclination to perceive such wonder, which has saved me from making a permanent home for myself on the dried up riverbanks of desolation and hopelessness. 

It is one of those mystic but intentional actions wherein the more it is done, the more natural it becomes, until finally you are able to take the breeze, dispose of its "chill" and drink its sweetness. The greatest gift I could ever give you artistically,
is describing the way I see things... Soulosophy.





I pay little mind to what they say I’m losing because of how I spend
my time solving these equations of individuality, spirituality,
and emotional duplicity. Generally, people DO things differently because they SEE things differently. 



Today we have forgotten how to have a conversation about the way someone else sees things. We are locked in to our view, our vision,
and when entering a “conversation” we are thrilled at being given the opportunity to voice our beliefs. Yet, it seems as though, despite the amount we are “expressing” ourselves and our opinions online; as a society most people still feel unheard, like they are lacking connection, and ultimately lonely? 


How is that? This might be a different matter all together, but one can attest to this loneliness by what usually happens when we sit with most people today. It feels much like they drain out their unheard insides (like they have not been truly heard by another human soul in ages). I think we can also partially attribute this to our perspective on what we have come to understand as "sharing".
For me, the experience of “sharing” is based on human exchange of:
1. thoughts 
2. energy
3. action 
4. & play. 




There are some that might say, the comment section beneath a post; is an example of such an “exchange”. Put very simply and in the most respectful manner, I would have a different perspective than those people. 
Generally people DO things differently, because they SEE things differently.
Today we have forgotten how to have a conversation about the way someone else sees
things. We are locked in to our view, our vision, and when entering a “conversation” we 
are thrilled at being given the opportunity to voice 
our
 beliefs. It seems as though, 
despite the amount we are “expressing” ourselves and our opinions online, as a society,
most people still feel unheard? How is that? This is attested by the fact that when you 
sit with most people today, in person, they drain out their unheard insides, as if they 
have not been heard by another human soul in ages.
What we have now adopted as “sharing” is the furthest thing from what the experience 
of what “sharing” truly is. Part of that experience is based on a human 
exchange
 of 
thoughts, energy, action, and play. Now some might say the comment section beneath 
a post is example of such “exchange”
Generally people DO things differently, because they SEE things differently.
Today we have forgotten how to have a conversation about the way someone else sees
things. We are locked in to our view, our vision, and when entering a “conversation” we 
are thrilled at being given the opportunity to voice 
our
 beliefs. It seems as though, 
despite the amount we are “expressing” ourselves and our opinions online, as a society,
most people still feel unheard? How is that? This is attested by the fact that when you 
sit with most people today, in person, they drain out their unheard insides, as if they 
have not been heard by another human soul in ages.
What we have now adopted as “sharing” is the furthest thing from what the experience 
of what “sharing” truly is. Part of that experience is based on a human 
exchange
 of 
thoughts, energy, action, and play. Now some might say the comment section beneath 
a post is example of such “exchange”
Generally people DO things differently, because they SEE things differently.
Today we have forgotten how to have a conversation about the way someone else sees
things. We are locked in to our view, our vision, and when entering a “conversation” we 
are thrilled at being given the opportunity to voice 
our
 beliefs. It seems as though, 
despite the amount we are “expressing” ourselves and our opinions online, as a society,
most people still feel unheard? How is that? This is attested by the fact that when you 
sit with most people today, in person, they drain out their unheard insides, as if they 
have not been heard by another human soul in ages.
What we have now adopted as “sharing” is the furthest thing from what the experience 
of what “sharing” truly is. Part of that experience is based on a human 
exchange
 of 
thoughts, energy, action, and play. Now some might say the comment section beneath 
a post is example of such “exchange”

Thursday, September 20, 2018

4. The Magic of Dogs


The magic of a dog.


I’ve often thought about what it means to be a cat lover or a dog lover. What does it say about you? Your personality? Your characteristics? Your likes? 
Your independence? 
Your loyalty? 

Is it what you seek, because of what you lack? 
Or what you seek, because of what you are? 
   

I have a relationship of mutual respect with cats. I don’t mess with them, they don’t mess with me. 

I am not drawn to them, nor are they drawn to me. But let's be honest, cats are rarely drawn to anything other than what they desire in that moment. I respect them; but because of our estranged relationship, I cannot speak of cats. We are not close enough for me to do so, and I would not like to put that delicate relationship in jeopardy. 

Dogs, well that's an entirely different story.

Dogs are magic. They are wonder filled monuments of comprehension. Testimonies to the human race on love and loyalty and everything in-between. Their empirical senses go far beyond what any of us could imagine. More than this, they are bastions of igniting self-belief in others. And the greatest part, they seem happy to do it. In fact, how well they can do it seems to be their crowning achievement. 
I know entire lives that have changed because the life of this sacred animal was at play. They are teachers of love and compassion and loyalty. 

You could say I’m a dog guy. It would be hard to come to these conclusions about dogs without having grown up with or around them. I’m not so fond of the little ones (barking, I own the world little shit ones). 

But even those little guys got a lota’ heart, a lota’ smarts, and a lota' character. And you can bet your ass they got mounds of loyalty.




*sidenote: 
I prefer a big ol’ somuma-gun you can wrestle with. 



I had an interesting and somewhat troubling thought one afternoon watching my neighbors dog play in the yard. It came in the form of a question. 

(It is worth nothing that from my experience, the source of the majority of brilliant discoveries is the right question. We spend our lives chasing answers when most often the answers we seek are right there waiting for us to stumble upon them, behind the right question. If we would spend the time instead, asking and chasing the right question, every answer we seek will show itself to us.)


"Do dogs know the overwhelming way society 

leans on them?"

Can they feel the burden of this weight? 


Of how bad man/woman kind leans on a dogs love and character?

Especially in this day and age. If the cognition and evolution of all species has been and is taking place (ourselves included); I wonder if dogs are aware of the responsibility we place on their shoulders to love us at all costs, when we fail at loving ourselves and loving each-other


...At their conferences they must gather and ask their colleagues the pressing questions like, "How do we keep humanity believing in themselves?"



Tuesday, August 7, 2018

3. Instantification (Instant Gratification)


Category: Advertisement/Social Media/Culture/Music Industry/ Fashion/Entertainment/Education

INSTAGRAtification: Sign of the Times

Like many time periods before it, our modern era is riddled with artwork, artifacts, relics and monuments that are indicative of the time period in which we live. These soon departed bastions of life, will eventually be very telling of the way of life that governed this time period.



Ancient Egyptians had hieroglyphics that told stories of their daily rituals. Greeks left behind relics that outlined their colloquial and spiritual beliefs. Persians left behind volumes of libraries and poetry and even later time periods like Renaissance and Baroque artwork led one to understand the strongest trends, and shifts in culture and lifestyle.

And thus it is with this preface, that I shamefully would assert that few items, can so appropriately indicate the dominant characteristics of modern day society as the artifact that is: The Instagram Logo




I know it has changed, but here it is, in all its glory; the original version. The logo itself is of course a picture of a camera lens. It is a perfect square and draws the attention to the corner where the primary colors of the rainbow have been placed and just beneath, with invited unassuming rounded lovable corners, in a simple and bold text; the words... (drumroll) 

Insta 


This simplistic design is the essence of what society in our modern day embodies: Instant Gratification. A camera (visually designed to resemble our mobile phones), modeled after the very essence of what dominates our society.




It can be argued that this symbol is (unfortunately OR fortunately) JUST as powerful as: 
Any hieroglyph left form the past, 
Any stick figure drawn during the monolithic age, 
and Any Renaissance painting.

Why?

Because it can accurately let the world that comes after this modern day know that we in the here and now are beginning to deeply govern the existence of our being and everything we do around this basic notion of immediate and instant gratification. This is so much so that it has infected our very psyche, our anxiety levels, and our operating mechanisms.




Instagram is just the symbol for this tell all media that let’s us know that if it takes more than a snapshot to explain, it is not worth investing in. The inter-relatedness of all these trends cannot go unnoticed in music, whether you choose the visual packaging of what music was and is, all the way down to the actual product or song itself. Visually, there used to have be big ornate, records, with in depth artwork that was as much part of the fun and joy of owning and collecting as hearing the actual music.  The cover’s of those 45’s were like pantings and masterpieces in their own right.  Of course, there were a series of transitions from records to, 8 track, to cassette tape. Then, the transition to CD’s (where the box got even smaller and the data slimmer).  Smaller artwork, smaller print, smaller package.  From there, to mp3's where the relevancy of the artwork as a whole, was for the most part completely eliminated and the only transmission date came from the audio mp3 itself.  This same trend was evident in the way, there used to be albums as the dominant body of work and slowly the trend has steered away from albums and is focused completely around singles. 1 song. 1 rush. Only room for storing 1 theme.  Everything is being simplified and stripped down.  This Insta - trend plays a role in everything from our music to even how we structure our relationships. The choices are abundant, and the work seems un-necessary to those who "feel" like there are 100 names behind a 100 simple swipes.

Furthermore, This Insta-trend plays a vital role even in film.  The editing pace of movies has dramatically increased, where in both music videos and film, images remain on screen for shorter and shorter periods of time, and quickly flashing from one image to the next is a trend that’s heavily practiced to the point where multiple videos have had to flash a disclaimers for triggering an epileptic seizure because of how quickly these images change in hundredths of a seconds time.  




With regards to music and how it is written, recorded, and produced, songwriters are trained effectively to understand radio format with absolute "necessity" of a catchy Hook.  

The industry wives tale of the story of that artist sitting in a room where you have 15 seconds within pushing play (30 at most) to make or break your entire universe and impress the ears sitting across the table and in that short time, these ears are determinant of whether your song is a “hit”.  

What does it say bout society that everything is so quick?  

This creates a false sense that even the most meaningful things we covet dearly like: relationships, success, wealth, happiness; known for taking time, patience, and growth; Should come easy. And if they don’t, we no longer are willing to put in the work and the effort for the boundless reward of such dedication.

Our entire culture has shifted to adapt this idea of Insta-gratification.  So, the timeless adage of, “When the going get’s tough, the tough get going” has a whole new interpretation in this Insta-world where now, if something is “too hard” or doesn’t come “quick enough” or “soon enough”, we are less likely to have the patience to stick it out. Our attention spans have decreased and every media trend reflects this shrinking attention span.




From things like “hashtags” that immediately identify to our audience the core of what our aim is in a single word. All the way to other media gauntlets that reflect our societal A.D.D.  Twitter, allows for only 140 characters to summate an update in and on one’s life. Facebook wholly contracts the totality of wisdom found in one of society’s favorite sayings, “Don’t judge a book by its cover” and in facts invites one to do just that. 


We have become campaigns of ourselves.


Our profiles are inviting us to; in fact do, judge the whole book by the face on the cover. Snapchat is another medium where the media message, audio, video, picture literally disappears the seconds after it’s sent.  




The fleeting and temporal. The loss of distinction between emotional ranges, and of course, the mother of all indicators for where we place value: A picture is all we need for the whole story. If by change, it happens to be a video, 15 seconds is our ideal length. The days where someone would risk the whole of their integrity for vive minutes of fame are LONG gone. Today fifteen seconds will do just fine.


By: Poet Ali
www.PoetAli.com

Tuesday, July 31, 2018

2. Will it Ever Change? A study of decision

The road to success in anything is paved with the tiles, of all the things one is un-willing to do to get there. 

Many might say, “It can’t be that simple?”. I’m sorry. It is. If you boil down every goal we have and work in reverse, from what it would take to get to the next rung on that success ladder, one will always divide and divide until they reach a task that hasn't been done. A place they can't seem to get past. Furthermore, this inertia is not the cause of lack of resources or money or any other external stimuli. The square root of it comes down to something we haven’t done, because we have been unwilling.

Will. What a powerful force it is. One of my all-time favorite movies, "The Usual Suspects" is a dark dramatic mystery movie with five robust characters. Imagine the screen time it takes to develop 5 characters in 2 hours and have one them leave an impression on you forever... Kaiser Soseh. For those who have seen the movie, you shudder at the mention of his name. Kaiser Soseh.




In this film their is a conversation where they discuss power and this character breaks all the myths of what true power is and boils it down to - the will to do what the other man will not. Scary. but it can also be beautiful. As with all power, it is how one uses it that determines one's fabric. Power is all together another topic, but an element of power is will. In some these movie examples, the sheer impression left by the scene is a greater lesson than my words.
 We cannot discuss will without discussing our illusions, our beliefs, and our examination of is possible, or better yet, what we believe is possible. 

That’s why we ask the following questions in this manner:

What WILL you do?
What WILL you do?
WILL you crumble?
WILL you get up?

WILL is the determinant root, of any level of success and/or personal change.

The road to success in anything is paved with the tiles, of all the things one is un-willing to do to get there. When asking ourselves, "Will it EVER Change?", our self should reply, "I don't know, will it?". The decision to make it happen; is in and of itself victory, if there is a powerful will (ie. will-power) to enforce it.

Inside the root of making any change is a mere decision.

Tuesday, July 10, 2018

1. Memory - The Most Sacred Marble


Memories creep in like the cold air that slides over windowsills and drifts under doors. They occupy the mind, till slowly and invisibly it begins to fill. How does sound trap memories? How does a record transport us to a different time, a burning moment?


Where do memories get stored? We all have memory vaults where we place: our cherished, most painful, most joyous, and/or most unbearable experiences. Some of these, open like a twist/off bottle; with a tiny releasssssssse of mist. Others are triple locked with hidden passwords and keys. Others are carefully bolted, screwed and welded shut so that we are made to believe they are gone. Forever.

It is our soul's filing clerk who ultimately makes the decision on where these treasures get stored. Yet one thing is for certain, they are never lost and NEVER gone. Although...

Unless their laughter is heard and unless their flowers are watered from the tears summoned forth by sharing one of them, memories become forgotten. 

The reader is no doubt familiar with the famous quote from Alfred Lord Tennyson (stuffy Old British Name yeah?), "tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” Whether one believes this quote to be true or not ultimately depends on which type of memories dominate one's recollection of such experience. (See Kahneman's work on "Memory").



If one's recollection is dominated by memories filled with joy that heavily outweigh and outnumber the memories filled pain, this quote, "tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” rings true. However, if one is pained by the permanence of what no longer is with a far greater magnitude than the joy which it's experience left behind, one might doubt the validity of such quote. For those who cannot fathom the depth of such pain; I would explain this way:

When "nothing" is there to begin with, 
there is no space of what once was 
(because it has not yet been created). 
There is no lack there-of, no void. 

However, once something exists and its existence grows to encompass space and time AND that space and time grows into experiences; there are seeds planted into hearts. These seeds are what ultimately materialize into: Memories. When that thing that made them is no longer (that love, that relationship, that friendship, that loved one) it's absence, can be worse. It becomes too difficult face the sweet residue of what isn't. For one to face, that other life that once was; to be left to ponder the maddening existence of 

Jawt Khahlee (spelled phonetically in farsi or the Persian Language) is a deeply meaningful phrase we say when we miss someone. But it's literal translation is, "Your space is empty." 

It is this vacant space we fill with memories. If I close my eyes, I can take myself to a memory. Possibly one of the sweetest I own because it gives me hope. Hope that despite the sands of time taking so much of what I love, I am lucid enough to hold on to my greatest treasure: My thoughts. In the treasure chest of my mind, the jewels that shine brightest are utterly devoted and filled with: Memories Of My Father. These are my greatest treasure. Not some long lost love, or an object I cherish; not some grand show on a marvelous stage, where the players were brilliant; nor some fleeting fit of joy roused by yet another adventure; but this singular and concentrated potion, which somehow encapsulates all that I was, am, and yet to be. 

     I wish to howl to the reader, "You are lucky to be gazing your eyes on such treasures!" 


"But I have accepted my disposition as one who helps others read the treasure 
maps written in their souls." 


In order to do so, one must first be willing to accept that there is indeed treasure to be found. One cannot hunt for treasure it does not believe exists. And the only way one might believe that such treasures exists in their own soul is to actually see the treasure in the soul of another.
*Behold, these these gems are priceless artifacts:
His look stays with me, and I only wish his embrace did the same. If you wanted Cliff’s Notes, I would give it to you in those 2 attributes: 1) His starry/love-filled gaze. 2) The warmth inside his embrace which held no rival. At the time, I jotted down these wrinkled thoughts my main only objective was that my paintbrush was vivid enough to allow me to come back to this page, whenever I needed to and like a drug, or a scent, or a song.... And hope that it arouses my memories.

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Excerpt from: Memories Of My Father
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