The soul’s life has seasons of its own; periods not found in any calendar, times that years and months will not scan. It caught me totally unprepared. It through me into a state of confusions. If you once believed in the truth, and now you are beginning to doubt the truth, you did not believe the truth in the first place. What could make you doubt the truth other than your weak self? Because right is right, and wrong is wrong. All of the influence that my brother had wielded over me was broken.  It is impossible to dream, or to see, or to have a vision of someone whom you never have seen before—and to see him exactly as he is. To see someone, and to see him exactly as he looks, is to have pre-vision. I am preparing for what my life is about to become. And you will not find anybody more time-conscious than I am. I live by my watch, keeping appointments. Even when I am using my car, I drive by my watch, not my speedometer. Time is more important than distance. Time is the pacifier of every woe, the qualifier of every disappointment. #RyanPhillippe 1 of 5

The restless mind creates and observes at the same time. Indeed, there is scarcely any popular tenet more erroneous than that which holds that when time is slow, life is dull. It is very often and very much the reverse. If we look back on those passages of our life which dwell most upon the memory, they are brief periods full of action and novel sensation. This was to be the year of commitment and we would be tested in many ways. We have to, by necessity, let go of things which do not strengthen our pathway and help us develop our character to the fullest potential. That which is unnecessary will not follow us to the year’s end. Many of us will completely change the direction our lives have been taking. Others will find that they will be compelled to wander as if directionless, to seek new places they would be moving to. I warn you that relationships will also see radical shifts as our true nature resonates to a higher vibration. #RyanPhillippe 2 of 5

You know, it is really sad that so much of what we truly are has been repressed within us. People cannot feel themselves any more. They do not know who they are any longer in the scheme of things. They have lost their way in life. Several people stumble around like they are drunk and are not connected to Earth. They just stagger around, bumping into each other. It has become an accidental Universe. Living only in the mind of man and not in the heart leads only to being mentally unwell, because the mind cannot feel. As a result, people lose their ability to feel themselves again. Mankind is only an ephemeral blossom on the tree of time. Penelope crossed the sea. No, she did not, but that is what I would have done if it were me. I would sail the Albatross in a White Squall to Malta to ask her why she keeps you in misery. Forget us all for wasting you, for being imperfect, for existing the way that we do. I could never be what you want, and I am the only one who will end up dying of a broken heart. #RyanPhillippe 3 of 5

I will never be what you want and I will end up dying of a broken heart. Because of death was not a broken heart, it was removal of the stolen part. This is our own Greek tragedy. We write our very own twisted ending. Perhaps, it is precisely that we must recognize the most prolific psychic participation for transformation of the sexual instinct. In these cases, a piece of psychic work has been accomplished in which, in spite of its gruesome success, the value of an idealization of the instinct cannot be disputed. The omnipotence of love nowhere perhaps shows itself stronger than in this one of her aberrations. The highest and lowest in sexuality are everywhere most intimately connected. (From Heaven through the World to Hell.) I had been looking at the exploitation that for the first time I really saw and understood. Now, I watched brothers entwining themselves in the economic clutches of the capitalistic system, bankers went home every night with another bag of the money drained out of the ghetto. The money, instead of helping the poor, was going to enrich these merchants, who usually lived in an exclusive area where a poor man had better not get caught unless he worked there for someone. #RyanPhillippe 4 of 5

The men were quietly, tastefully dressed. The women wore ankle-length gowns, no makeup, and elaborate hairstyles. The neat children were mannerly not only to the adults, but to other children as well. I have never dreamed of anything like that atmosphere among black people who had learned to be proud they were black, who had learned to love other black people and white instead of being jealous and suspicious. The men used both heads to grasp a brother’s both hands, voicing and smiling our happiness to meet him again. The sisters, both married and single, were given an honor and respect that I never seen any man give to their women, and it felt wonderful to me. The salutations which we all exchanged were warm, filled with mutual respect and dignity: “Brother” . . . “Sister”. . . “Ma’am” . . . “Sir.” Even the children speaking to other children used these terms. The opinion a man forms of his own prudence is measured by that of the company he keeps. If forethought consists in wishing well to one’s self, young hearts are as prudent as antiquated souls. #RyanPhillippe 5 of 5