grok...

Това е една от книгите, които преобърнаха виждането ми за света. Или...по-точно то вече си беше преобърнато. Книгата просто дойде в подходящия момент - за да го потвърди!

Мисля си, че не е от особено значение коя е книгата. Затова няма и изрично да я споменавам. Но това, което носи в себе си, е einzigartig! Надявам се искрено да не е единствената такава книга! Надявам се да има още много от тази "порода"! Защото светът има нужда от малко отваряне на очите...и душите!

Ето някои емблематични цитати:

• Remind me to write a popular article on the compulsive reading of news. The theme will be that most neuroses and some psychoses can be traced to the unnecessary and unhealthy habit of daily wallowing in the troubles and sins of five billion strangers. The title is 'Gossip Unlimited' — no, make that 'Gossip Gone Wild.'

• No, I must admit I don't grok.""You grok," Smith repeated firmly. "I am explain. I did not have the word. You grok. Anne groks. I grok. The grass under my feet groks in happy beauty. But I needed the word. The word is God."

• He was not in a hurry, "hurry" being one human concept he had failed to grok at all. He was sensitively aware of the key importance of correct timing in all acts — but with the Martian approach: correct timing was accomplished by waiting.

• Anybody can look at a pretty girl and see a pretty girl. An artist can look at a pretty girl and see the old woman she will become. A better artist can look at an old woman and see the pretty girl that she used to be. But a great artist — a master — and that is what Auguste Rodin was — can look at an old woman, portray her exactly as she is… and force the viewer to see the pretty girl she used to be…. and more than that, he can make anyone with the sensitivity of an armadillo, or even you, see that this lovely young girl is still alive, not old and ugly at all, but simply prisoned inside her ruined body. He can make you feel the quiet, endless tragedy that there was never a girl born who ever grew older than eighteen in her heart…. no matter what the merciless hours have done to her.

• Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often mistakes one for the other, or assumes that the greater the love, the greater the jealousy — in fact, they are almost incompatible; one emotion hardly leaves room for the other.

• Now comes Mike and says: 'There is no need to covet my wife... love her! There's no limit to her love, we have everything to gain — and nothing to lose but fear and guilt and hatred and jealousy.'

• Each sunrise is a precious jewel…for it may never be followed by its sunset.

• Share water. Never thirst.

• Grok in fullness.

• Waiting always fills.