Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.
"Jonathan was dazzled. He forgot to ask about heaven. "How do you do
that? What does it feel like? How far can you go?"
"You can go to any place and to any time that you wish to go," the
Elder said. "I've gone everywhere and everywhen I can think of." He looked
across the sea. "It's strange. The gulls who scorn perfection for the sake
of travel go nowhere, slowly. Those who put aside travel for the sake of
perfection go anywhere, instantly. Remember, Jonathan, heaven isn't a
place or a time, because place and time are so very meaningless. Heaven
is..."
"Can you teach me to fly like that?" Jonathan Seagull trembled to
conquer another unknown.
"Of course if you wish to learn."
"I wish. When can we start?".
"We could start now if you'd like."
"I want to learn to fly like that," Jonathan said and a strange light
glowed in his eyes. "Tell me what to do,"
Chiang spoke slowly and watched the younger gull ever so carefully.
"To fly as fast as thought, to anywhere that is," he said, "you must begin
by knowing that you have already arrived ..."
The trick, according to Chiang, was for Jonathan to stop seeing
himself as trapped inside a limited body that had a forty-two inch
wingspan and performance that could be plotted on a chart. The trick was
to know that his true nature lived, as perfect as an unwritten number,
everywhere at once across space and time."

R. Bach /Jonathan Livingston Seagull/


Когда плохо всегда перечитываю эту книгу в оригинале. Почему-то заставляет жить. Сегодня вспомнился художник с Арбата. В памяти зависли его слова: "Учиться и лететь по жизни. И не надо таких грустных глаз. Улыбайтесь, еврейская девушка. Улыбайтесь по жизни. И идите."
Вова, ты выкарабкаешься и мы поговорим, а я больше никогда никому не буду говорить о любимых людях.