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If a man is called to be a streetsweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michaelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, here lived a great streetsweeper that did his job well. -- Martin Luther King
Information is not knowledge. Knowledge is not wisdom. Wisdom is not truth. Truth is not beauty. Beauty is not love. Love is not music. Music is the Best. --Frank Zappa
The reduction of the universe to a single being, the expansion of a single being even to God, this is love.Love partakes of the soul itself. It is of the same nature. Like it, it is a divine spark; like it, it is incorruptible, indivisible, imperishable. It is a point of fire which is within us, which is immortal and infinite, which nothing can limit and which nothing can extinguish. We feel it burn even in the marrow of our bones, and we see it radiate even to the depths of the sky.
You who suffer because you love, love still more. To die of love is to live by it.
What a grand thing, to be loved! What a grander thing still, to love! The heart becomes heroic through passion. It is no longer composed of anything but what is pure; it no longer rests upon anything but what is elevated and great. An unworthy thought can no more spring up in it than a nettle upon a glacier. The soul, lofty and serene, inaccessible to common passions and common emotions, rising above the clouds and the shadows of this world, its follies, its falsehoods, its hates, its vanities, its miseries, inhabits the blue of the skies, and only feels more the deep and subterranean commotions of destiny, as the summit of the mountains feels the quaking of the earth.
Were there not someone who loved, the sun would be extinguished.
"And then, do you know, Monsieur Marius, I believe I was a little in love with you."
~Les Mis, the book
And I knew at that moment, somehow, that I loved her, so naturally, so easily and fiercely, that later, after she was gone, I would find myself mistrusting that love, trying to explain it to myself. Even now I can't explain it; I only know that the love was true, and still is, and I'm grateful for it.
~Barack Obama, about his sister, in Dreams from My Father
It doesn't matter who you love, or how you love, but that you love. For in the end, the act of loving anyone is the act of loving God.
~a church newsletter
I walk in darkness. Will you be my light?
The human heart dares not stay away too long from that which hurt it most. There is a return journey to anguish that few of us are released from making.
~Lillian Smith, American writer/social critic
Hope is the only universal liar who never loses his reputation for veracity.~ Woodrow Wilson
love is unconditional acceptance of an imperfect person
~Susan
Reviews
The Candy Shop (2010)
Definitely worth your time.
Whitestone Motion Pictures does it again, creating a 30 minute film packed with as much emotion and power as a feature-length film. The Candy Shop is an allegorical tale about child sex trafficking, and director Brandon McCormick handles the difficult subject matter with grace. The film is not preachy or overbearing, but rather makes its point candidly and simply.
Doug Jones is incredibly creepy as the shop owner, especially in the film's climax scene. Mattie Liptak does well as Jimmy, the protagonist. His friend Nancy is played by Abigail Monet, who does an incredible job portraying a street urchin.
The film is bolstered by Nick Kirk's score, and the beautiful darkness of the cinematography lends itself to presenting the subject matter somberly.