I’m doing an easter egg hunt for my cousins and someone is gettin a meatball.
when the annoying asshole in class is kicked out
My brother asked the birds to forgive him; that sounds senseless, but it is right; for all is like an ocean, all is flowing and blending; a touch in one place sets up movement at the other end of the earth. It may be senseless to beg forgiveness of the birds, but birds would be happier at your side — a little happier, anyway — and children and all animals, if you were nobler than you are now. It’s all like an ocean, I tell you. Then you would pray to the birds too, consumed by an all-embracing love, in a sort of transport, and pray that they too will forgive you your sin. Treasure this ecstasy, however senseless it may seem to men.
The Brothers Karamazov, Fyodor Dostoyevsky.
[Book VI “The Russian Monk”, Chapter 3, Conversations and Exhortations of Father Zossima, (f) Of Masters and Servants, and of whether it is possible for them to be Brothers in the Spirit.]
All I wanted was to receive the love I gave.
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In honor of the two conflicting holidays.