THE HOUSE

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The house doesn’t have a name, but it has an age. As rumors say, on the day-after-tomorrow it will turn 100. Its main door from the moment it was born remains open. The house belongs to the “kingdom of open doors”. Its permanent residents – the mice know everything about everyone. They keep an eye on the house and know all the rumors and talking-behind-the-back. They know all the entrances and all the exits, even the hidden ones. They live in the cracks of the house and never complain about them. They know the tram schedule and those who use it.
But apart from that, and this apparently comes as the most important of all: they know the most sacred secret of the block. They have seen what happens when the dim light of the street lamps fall on the closed doors, they have seen what happens when the chained up hand in shackles are about to touch the beloved face. They have seen Veronica. They have seen Mr. Barnes.
Then, during the nights when everyone falls asleep, they sneak into the closed doors and check if everyone indeed has fallen asleep. And because Veronica is awake most of the time, and they know this as well, they stay up watching her and her closed door. They are the ones who actually know, that the room is not locked, it spins around. And the secret it holds lays in the fact that entering from one place you can step out in a totally unexpected place. For instance, once inside, the room makes it round-about. When to step out - is up to you, but where to, is up to the room. This is your game but under conditions of the room itself.
With a strong will you can get yourself out, to the dim light of the street lamps, where the walls of the house whisper quietly: “proceed, you don’t belong here, go away…”
Only that Veronica is not aware of this, she just locks the door. And behind the wall, it’s Mr. Barney, who also doesn’t know the secret, but just as Veronica stays awake almost every night. He touches the wall, puts his ear to it and listening in silence her breathing. He has his own secret, but he never talks about…
Why is this?
Because only love is capable of moving the mountains;
Because only the inner conflict provides you with inspiration;
Because it is the lonely soul that empowers your ability to do things
Because only her heart can bring him back his spring
Because…
And only the mice, the keepers of the house know the secret.

To be continued...

The Kingdom of closed doors (2)

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HE
He also had a name. He was called Mr. Barnes. On the day-after- tomorrow he will turn 50. Many people tried to look within Mr. Barnes’s; he himself was a frequent visitor of his inner world, and just like everyone else, he would only find a conflict there. And while he was looking for a way to compromise with his own alter-ego, a day would be changed by a new one, and a new night would fall. Winters were replaced by springs, and springs by summer in return. Sometimes he would not notice time go by, sometimes he would not pay attention or would pretend he didn’t. What is the point anyway? He also was a frequent visitor of the “closed doors kingdom”. Just the walls never spoke to him, he was not friendly with them. Maybe it was because he never listened to them.
He would just come and sit there alone and quietly. He would continue thinking of his own. And whatever-was-inside could get away, go beyond the borders. This whatever-inside creature had many faces, changing all the time! Once let out, it would run around, being erratic, jumping up and down turning upside down the flower pots, and what’s most horrible, would open other doors without knocking…

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The Kingdom of closed doors (1)

SHE
She had a name. It was Veronica and on the day-after-tomorrow she will turn 25. If anyone would ever try to see and understand the inner world of Veronica, they would very soon abandon the idea, as it happens to be something pointless and useless. No one ever was interested neither in Veronica’s inner world, nor in her dreams and hopes. Sometimes she cried because of that, and sometimes she would lock herself in her room, and would stand by the window for hours with her head up, she would listen, how in the saturated air of impatience, the circles of eternity make their round-about. She was the only one chosen to know what happens behind the closed doors, where the silence squashed the ears, and the walls, interrupting each other, start to speak to you. And every time she would step out of her locked room, she would go through a change. She knew it, she enjoyed it, and that’s why she would use every opportunity to get lost in her kingdom of closed doors.
And so: the walls – they had voices, and not only ears as commonly believed. They had a weird manner to talk in whisper and all at the same time. But from time to time, you could hear the bits of phrases and even comprehend them. Thus, the first wall had a low and quiet voice, and it was saying that “this is happening when the dim light of street lamps falls on the closed doors, and when the chained up hand in shackles are about to touch the beloved face. Another one insisted that this is the same feeling when you sneak from behind the curtain, watching a miracle to happen. The third one, the noisiest, shouted that this is the same when being stabbed in the back by someone you love and trust. It is very possible that walls were saying something else apart from that, but it could not be heard, due to the noise of the morning tram passing by…Soon disappeared the street lamps; they were changed by the morning sun rays…

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Feelings vs. Silence

In endless attempts to understand human mind and feelings, only more questions come up. Why do people feel love, hatred, passion and indifference. How does it come about that some constantly fall in and fall out of love, while others are not capable of understanding even the term of it. Why do some people care about others, when those do not feel the need of this care. And finally: why some people are happy and others are not. Are those really happy, or do they only think they are? Or do they only show that they are? How can you make yourself happy? How can you keep on smiling, keep on walking with your head up when life strikes you, trying to make fun of you?
Thinking every now and then, I had some pictures and personalities in my mind. Right now, I felt that time had come for these personalities to become real. At least here, in the spinning room they have the right to exist. They have the right to be "set free"...
Soon "The kingdom of closed doors"

The Value of Time

Wikipedia declares: "Time is a component of the measuring system used to sequence events, to compare the durations of events and the intervals between them, and to quantify the motions of objects. Time has been a major subject of religion, philosophy, and science, but defining it in a non-controversial manner applicable to all fields of study has consistently eluded the greatest scholars.

"The Moving Finger writes: and, having writ,
Moves on, nor all thy Piety nor Wit,
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it." … (Omar Khayyám)

In physics and other sciences, time is considered one of the few fundamental quantities. Time is used to define other quantities – such as velocity – and defining time in terms of such quantities would result in circularity of definition. Among prominent philosophers, there are two distinct viewpoints on time. One view is that time is part of the fundamental structure of the universe, a dimension in which events occur in sequence. Time travel, in this view, becomes a possibility as other "times" persist like frames of a film strip, spread out across the time line. Sir Isaac Newton subscribed to this realist view, and hence it is sometimes referred to as Newtonian time. The opposing view is that time does not refer to any kind of "container" that events and objects "move through", nor to any entity that "flows", but that it is instead part of a fundamental intellectual structure (together with space and number) within which humans sequence and compare events. This second view, in the tradition of Gottfried Leibniz and Immanuel Kant, holds that time is neither an event nor a thing, and thus is not itself measurable nor can it be travelled.


But what is Time in simple words to simple people, those who live and face it on a daily basis. What is time and what relation you have with it, is a subject to each one of us. Time is one, and yet it is individual for everyone.

“TIME – YOUR BEST ASSET”
In Western Europe, a human life lasts on average 30,000 days and nights. This is our capital, our asset allocated to each individual. This makes it seem unreasonable, even inhuman, that time should have become classified as rationed goods. How did it come about – after half-a-century of steadily improving standards of living – that we moved from the calm pace of living in the 1950s to one that feels hectic, even erratic, rather than rhythmical? Perhaps the most important reason is the flexibility of the human mind. Our built-on mental rhythms are adaptable to a degree that can be counterproductive in every sense of this term. Human creativity has to stay tuned to the demands of the machinery, and so people become less able to control their time-keeping. In other words, human sensitivity and flexibility are in conflict with the technology’s predictability, lack of imagination and resistance to change. Or to put it another way, human beings, who are forgetful, illogical, disorganized and emotional, are trying to co-exist with the technical devices that have excellent memories and are precise, logical, highly organized and reliable, but not adaptable. Guess which will eventually have to give way…
In evolutionary terms, this is a new problem for humans. Until recently, no one had made any connection between timekeeping and human characteristics. Leonardo DaVinci’s famous image of a man as the measure of all things is based on geometry. He felt no need clearly, to consider anything more than a three-dimensional universe made up of lines, surfaces, volumes and their relative relationships. Nowadays, we feel the need for a fourth dimension, a new image of a man as the measure of time, that no one has yet invented.
This is an attempt to see how an individual can co-exist with the time phenomenon. You cannot stop time, but you can try to make use of it; Try to “employ” time and see if you can become the master. Once you fail to do so, try to make a deal with time on even terms: make it your even partner. Organize yourself in a right way and see how time will become your ally, serving you and helping to achieve a better result in whatever you do.

The Value of Time
You may have seen this popular, unaccredited e-mail that has widely circulated on the Internet:
• To realize the value of one year, ask a student who failed a grade.
• To realize the value of one month, ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby.
• To realize the value of one week, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.
• To realize the value of one hour, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.
• To realize the value of one second, ask the person who just avoided a traffic accident.
• To realize the value of one millisecond, ask the person who won an Olympic medal.

Time has a value greater than any currency. We may leave our children the money we don’t use in our own lifetimes, but we cannot leave them one millisecond of time.

Welcome to my spinning room!

Here, you will find a unique experience: it is a special room with only one entrance, but with various exits. You can enter the room from one place, but exit it to a totally unexpected one.

Once inside, you decide when to step out, but where to, it will be up to me. This is your game, but under my conditions...