Author: AndreeaGarden

Writer. Practicing being Life. Author of short story Theo and Mira about love conquering fear. Creator of website Theo and Mira - Everfresh Aliveness. Natural, minimalist, intuitive, heart inspired life style.

A spark of burning faith

A tiny key unlocks a massive gate A tiny crack in a dam floods un entire valley A tiny spark lights a tormenting fire A few drops of water sprout a cedar tree A moment of passionate faith What ocean of love would unbound. What a world would that be! Here everything whispers the unending … Continue reading A spark of burning faith →

“there can be no true goodness nor true love without utmost clear-sightedness”

“The evil that is in the world always comes of ignorance, and good intentions may do as much harm as malevolence, if they lack understanding. On the whole, men are more good than bad; that, however, isn’t the real point. But they are more or less ignorant, and it is this that we call vice … Continue reading “there can be no true goodness nor true love without utmost clear-sightedness” →

What is information? A question which must be answered not in words but through direct observation

It's what we see. It's what we hear. It's what we touch. It's the foundation of the world as we know it. It's colors. It's sounds. It's images. It's words. It's meanings, semantics mind associated to images, to words. It's pixels. It's digits. It's bytes. It's sequences of one and zero, of light and darkness. … Continue reading What is information? A question which must be answered not in words but through direct observation →

“but it had been seen and the wonder of it remains” ~ passage from Krishnamurti’s Notebook

"There was a patch of blue sky between two vast, endless clouds; it was a clear, startling blue, so soft and penetrating. It would be swallowed up in a few minutes and it would disappear pear forever. No sky of that blue would ever be seen again. It had been raining most of the night … Continue reading “but it had been seen and the wonder of it remains” ~ passage from Krishnamurti’s Notebook →