"we sense this world more or less alike"

Rav Laitman.

"By nature, only reception is sweet to man, and bestowal is bitter. And the work—to turn reception into bestowal—is called “the work in the heart.”

"In the mind, the work is of “true and false.” And for this, we need to work in faith, meaning believe in faith in the sages. This is so because the worker cannot clarify the matter of “true and false” to himself." "Baal HaSulam"

it is an ancient city, endlessly unique. everything wais clear as to the evolution of the city. in fact, there is neither any way nor desire amongst the inhabitants to change (it). Catherine, spoke this, before she moved, there. leaving me alone.leaving me memories. it is clear - to me, (how), she wants me to follow her, to chase after her, to be with her... to put aside this sense of loss. to feel her, sense her, her influence, her quiet comforting reflecting light - - - but she is hiding.

around me, live, everyone lives, in a great state of constant sunshiny reflections.mirrored buildings isolate the normals and reflect the glimmering skies like mirages. the normal create the cities. the cities are influenced by inhabitants. objects like; kites, churches, boats, cars, groceries, (dancing?), trees, neighbors, houses, yearbooks, and, unbelievable machines make life fascinating and bearable. precisely the kinds of qualities for living that help one change. the effect of this understanding is what she sees in me, though I do not see it, ifeel it. still, she said, you live in a city where change is certain.
I see the roads, the caravans, the sellers of stuff, passover, so frequently, have become flowing rivers -- changing the landscape yet not the inhabitants. the fashion they sell, so expertly, so well, seem so perfect because we remember our habits. few realize these sellers of goods are not from around here, still they are familiar angels. every person here desires the same, she said to me. everyone is intending to move to the endless citi. "change your place change your luck", she whispered, the night she went...

find her. here.
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