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“Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.“
Eric Fromm, the art of loving. In the center of the flower if the color is yellow it is still to be pollinated.. If it’s red it has already been pollinated. This one is somewhere in between. Smile
Visual metaphor ahoy!
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The story here opens at a place and time that may evoke the crucial color. A morning scene like this would be a ticket to a variety of eye pleasing elements when we are meant to focus on the sensory wonderment or even for the perfect shape of heart on a romantic connection.
As a beautiful, yet with some enigmatic metaphor this is the image of a blue hour – a time before sunrise when the whole world has this blueish color to it. At the dawn of a new day when everyone is embracing the possibilities it may bring.
The scene becomes something of a tranquil state not just retrieval of childhood memories that fuses an air of melancholy at the same time, but also for the kind of optimism towards the future it represents.
That’s why It is said that Images are beautifully muted cinematography and in various ways they are striking and memorable.
You show the lights that stop me turn to stone....
And so I tell myself that I'll be strong
And dreaming when they're gone
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0NKUpo_xKyQ
A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life.
The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.
A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening....
If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one's suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home.
Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.....
― Hermann Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte
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