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Radman Hosseinzadeh
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ESCAPE THE LOOP: A Journey Toward The Ocean
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The Burning Sun: 47 Moments of Madness
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“And how would you reach a state of goodness without giving away the things you like most?”
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“There are collectors and givers in life.
Among the givers, some give without expecting anything in return, I like to call them “non-expecter givers.” In my opinion, if you can be a non-expecter giver, life will be played on another level, the world will be a more beautiful place in your eyes, and lasting happiness will be on your path. Oh, what a fool expecter I am.” Radman Hosseinzadeh, Escape The Loop |
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“And some wise man said,
“Hey you habitant of this sad city,
what are you craving for with that one penny?
Isn’t it that the end is just a bunch of soil?
Isn’t it that the end is just a white shroud cloth?
Why are you proudly walking and laughing around then?
Are you dependent on this short-term madness?
Hey habitant of this sad city,
what are you craving for with that penny?”
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“Hey you habitant of this sad city,
what are you craving for with that one penny?
Isn’t it that the end is just a bunch of soil?
Isn’t it that the end is just a white shroud cloth?
Why are you proudly walking and laughing around then?
Are you dependent on this short-term madness?
Hey habitant of this sad city,
what are you craving for with that penny?”
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“Nothing is everything.
Get rid of everything.
Become nothing.
Lose it all, and you become the one,
the flow, the whole.”
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Get rid of everything.
Become nothing.
Lose it all, and you become the one,
the flow, the whole.”
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“That harsh stone
becomes softer and softer
when the river keeps cuddling it.
And who is out there
harsher than a stone
if you keep the flow
of sincere kindness on them?
Does the river ask for a favor in return?
Then why would you?”
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becomes softer and softer
when the river keeps cuddling it.
And who is out there
harsher than a stone
if you keep the flow
of sincere kindness on them?
Does the river ask for a favor in return?
Then why would you?”
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“And the eyes are the ultimate truth tellers.
Because the lies and wrongs will eventually project on the surface—on the face.
Like a disease that is reflected on the skin.
You see it within their eyes,
in the aura around their face.
Look at yourself in the mirror.
What do you see?”
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Because the lies and wrongs will eventually project on the surface—on the face.
Like a disease that is reflected on the skin.
You see it within their eyes,
in the aura around their face.
Look at yourself in the mirror.
What do you see?”
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“I always saw myself as a collection of water.
So I believed that to stay pure,
I must keep moving—
and moving.
Like a river that keeps its water clean
through a constant flow.
But why not become the ocean,
unchanging, vast, and free?”
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So I believed that to stay pure,
I must keep moving—
and moving.
Like a river that keeps its water clean
through a constant flow.
But why not become the ocean,
unchanging, vast, and free?”
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“Sometimes the distance between me and you
is just a word, as far as an arrival.
A soft and fragile word,
like the dance of falling leaves.
In the most crowded area,
being lonely is a gift that not everyone deserves.
Like that existence with God,
not everyone deserved to.
In search of true love,
I became lonely in this world.
What a moron I am.
That loneliness was itself
the love I searched for.”
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is just a word, as far as an arrival.
A soft and fragile word,
like the dance of falling leaves.
In the most crowded area,
being lonely is a gift that not everyone deserves.
Like that existence with God,
not everyone deserved to.
In search of true love,
I became lonely in this world.
What a moron I am.
That loneliness was itself
the love I searched for.”
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