Under its blinding power, the light immaterializes us, except what we are commiting to our memory. For ever.
Empeirikos Andreas poetry.
“No! No! Happiness does not exist only on the distant shore! It is here, inside our souls, inside these hearts, it is everywhere for those who can break their chains, as is the sun that rises inside and guides us wherever we go, light out of light, a shining torch of the supreme beacon, which we tend to forget, the sky! ...”
From the book ''Octana''
( the translation taken from the blog: http://panathinaeos.wordpress.com/
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