Author: Vera Meum

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Those that have passed away exist for us as a memory, intermingled with an emotion, creating a blended emotion-persona that becomes the basis of that person’s legacy for us. We are also continually creating memories of ourselves in others, associated with an emotion that we produce in them, thereby scattering bits of our soul in every interaction, in every word, for as long as memory persists.

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Life is vibration, often rhythmic vibration, the thumping of the heart, the breath, the consistent cadence of footfalls, and so on. Anything with a rhythmic pulse is calming because it resembles the pulse of life, reminding us we live yet another moment, alongside all else that moves in tune with us, with nature.

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Happiness is not a constant state, it relies upon stringing together moments of contentment, not necessarily in direct succession, but frequent enough to weave a fabric of sufficient tensile strength to withstand life’s various tugs and pulls.

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When
the busy-ness ceases, the devices unplugged, the tide of adrenaline slowly
recedes. The wind breathes quietly and the kernel of the soul is laid bare. It
is here we at last find meaningful communion with the infinite.

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All parents want their children to be happy. They think, if only my child has that which was inaccessible to me, then they may be happy. However, happiness has always been an internal process, accessible to each of us. We should teach children how to find fulfillment internally rather than how to create specific external circumstances that in truth have very little bearing on the matter.

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There
is a certain degree of discomfort that accompanies growth. If we cannot feel
this discomfort at any given time, then there is good chance we have stagnated.

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A song may bring us near tears, but only when we have submitted ourselves wholly unto its melody, progression, and harmony. If we were to resist it, to wish for another chord, a different note, then the connection is severed, the beauty lost. Our lives have a course, a direction in grain that to resist is to spoil the loveliest of songs.

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Architecture is a reflection of the ideals that a culture holds in high esteem. No longer a church, no longer the civic or political institution, we now triumphantly exalt the values of financial dominance in our collection of towering sparkled jewels. Through our imposing and soulless buildings, we have made the money makers and literally the building makers our leaders, those that reflect the symbols of our baser desires to conquer one another. How far removed from the soul and soil we have become, dreaming each of dominating the other and mastering the skies. Oh, but how far we will have to fall to find our grounding again some day.

I live in a neighborhood where a statue of Charles Dickens presides over the center of town and references the author’s exaltation of the innocence and virtue of children. Art dominates the town through our victorian-style residences, vibrant bodegas, restaurants, places of worship, music, and people. Our residents hail from a wide array of ethnic, cultural, and economic backgrounds. This is the architectural ideal I wish to pursue, a neighborhood that draws people together to hash out our differences and promotes familiarity and tolerance. Our architecture should be exalting the community rather than the domineers. We should be expelling the false premise of winners and losers or good and evil peoples and break bread together on the ground floor where we all belong.

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If we walk slowly away from the city, the dissonant man-made orchestra stops, the light diffuses, all seems dead, quiet, dark, and empty. As our ears and eyes adjust, we begin to perceive the forest swarming with song and action. The universe is this way; what appears to be dark empty space is in fact teeming with incalculable activity and life, waiting for us to quiet down, adjust our senses, and quietly and humbly observe.

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We consume an indigestible amount information daily, as our culture is obsessed with input. We have developed a sort of mental gluttony. We must therefore carefully select which information to process and analyze further, which has become one of the most vital mental disciplines to develop and exercise.