Re-read him. He has all the answers and it will never disappoint you. #aconversationoncool #dostoevsky
There is still an awful lot of centripetal force on our planet, Alyosha. I want to live, and I do live, even if it be against logic. Though I do not believe in the order of things, still the sticky little leaves that come out in the spring are dear to me, the blue sky is dear to me, some people are dear to me, whom one loves sometimes, would you believe it, without even knowing why; some human deeds are dear to me, which one has perhaps long ceased believing in, but still honors with one’s heart, out of old habit.
"LIKE THIS" This probably one of the best marketing that I’ve ever seen.
Tilda Swinton recites ‘Like This’ by 13th century Sufi poet Rumi - the inspiration behind her perfume of the same name.
‘This is possibly my favourite poem of all time. It restores me like the smoke/rain/gingerbread/greenhouse my scent-sense is fed by. It is a poem about simplicity, about human-scaled miracles. About trust. About home.
In my fantasy there is a lost chapter of Alice in Wonderland - after the drink saying Drink Me, after the cake pleading Eat Me, where the. adventuring, alien, Alice, way down the rabbit hole, far from the familiar and maybe somewhat homesick - comes upon a modest glass with a ginger stem reaching down into a pale golden scent that humbly suggests: Like this..’
"But I’ll add though that there is something at the bottom of every new human thought, every thought of genius, or even every earnest thought that springs up in any brain, which can never be communicated to others, even if one were to write volumes about it and were explaining one’s ideas for thirty-five years; there’s something left which cannot be induced to emerge from your brain, and remains with you for ever, and with it you will die, without communicating to anyone perhaps, the most important of your ideas."