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And then it was all so simple and natural. As if they both knew what to do without thinking-as if they'd always known what to do.
When a machine can do something better and faster than a person can, I am happy to let the machine do it.
There's a consistency in my work that pops up independent of the limitations of the technology.
It worked out neatly, yet it had all changed for him, and what was broken could not be made whole again.
I move onward, through the colors and cheers and music, floating into my future, and it is a clear, open space that stretches wider that the sky and higher than the Andes.
It's a cakewalk, when you know how.
In a really great way, you simultaneously try to take up as little and as much space as possible.
Everything interacts; without exception.
He figured that all the threads of his experience would eventually be sewn together, taking shape in harmony and form to create a glorious work of art.
Quiet Spaces
We had gone far enough together to listen easily in the quiet spaces.
No more. There is no in between.
It would have been effortless for us, comfortable, easy as breathing.
Fate and victory shift ... now this way, now that way
like a line of unarmored men under a hail of enemy arrows.
Our lives are like single threads meticulously woven together - the result an exquisite tapestry of past, present, and future. Bound by unflappable trust, our hearts, our desires, her life woven into mine.
The journey continued like everything had happened.
Like a couple that communicates by intention nearly as much as by word, so in tune are they to each other and their surroundings.
There was only one thought that settled, as calmly as a cat finding a spot of sun to sleep in. One word that felt inevitable, as they kissed and nibbled and quietly laughed with the delirium of it. Home.
Her mouth connected with his. Everything inside her collapsed and was constructed, simultaneously.
True progress quietly and persistently moves along without notice.
Two halves of the same mind, working at full speed, in perfect coordination.
This landscape is animate: it moves, transposes, builds, proceeds, shifts, always going on, never coming back, and one can only retain it in vignettes, impressions caught in a flash, flipped through in succession, leaving a richness of images imprinted on a sunburned retina.
Life flows at ease whenever a person ceases complaining about the past, worrying about the future, lives in the now without resisting pain, and accepts the moral sublimity of living in a state of grace.
One might as well attempt to describe the smoothness of the wind as to paint a clear picture of his complete swing.
The Ratignolles understood each other perfectly. If ever the fusion of two human beings into one has been accomplished on this sphere it was surely in their union.
I see no thread running through my work; I simply get on with my life and my painting.
He spoke so effortlessly, as if his mouth were a musical instrument that just let sound out when touched, when opened.
And like that, our destinies snap together.
Self-command is the main elegance.
The ability to change constantly and effectively is made easier by high-level continuity.
Side by side, breath for breath, beat for beat.
One instant, you're just a regular Joe, schlepping through your mundane life, and then suddenly - what is this? - nothing has changed, yet you feel stirred by a grace, swollen with wonder, overflowing with bliss. Everything - for no reason whatsoever - is perfect.
The inevitability of gradualness.
We were skin to skin.
Mouth over mouth.
Mingled breaths.
Tangled bodies.
Heartbeat against heartbeat.
We fit perfectly together.
It was beautiful how effortlessly lives intersected, but so underwhelming when no one seemed to notice
Somehow, the pain and rage and confusion of the past eighteen years dissolves until all that is left is this one perfect moment; unscripted, unedited, it's ours and ours alone.
At the level of spirit, everything is always unfolding perfectly.
Eventually everything connects.
The success of SYNC is another proof point that we are doing just that. We will continue to innovate and expand the capability of SYNC by integrating even more new technologies that fit our customers' lifestyles.
All the arts of refinement have mutual kinship.
They rolled up the maps of their bodies until they were two continents of interlocking roads and rivers and dreams, and she thought, 'This is how I will learn to live again'.
When the pace of our feet matched perfectly, I felt a deep inner pang of satisfaction. I could have gone on walking like that forever, side by side with him. There had been few times in my life I had ever inhabited a moment so fully, with no loneliness lurking at the edges.
As if they were two halves of a mold. He
He entered his wife's drawing-room as one enters a theatre, was acquainted with everybody, equally pleased to see everyone and equally indifferent to them all.
Secrecy was the problem; transparency the obvious cure.
I can't explain it too well. I picture myself being completely in tune with you. I breathe when you breathe. My heart beats when yours beats. I can time them perfectly to each other and then I just...slow it all down. It's really very easy." ~ Garreth
wholly satisfactory,
Like the two trees in our garden that had grown side by side, their trunks intertwining over the decades to accommodate and support one another.
Technological change is both familiar and easy to observe.
The mare set off for home with the speed of a swallow, and going as smoothly and silently. I never had dreamed of such a motion, fluent and graceful, and ambient, soft as the breeze flitting over the flowers, but swift as the summer lightening.
To every place at once, and, nowhere fixt,
The mind and sight distractedly commixt.
The roadblock had disappeared under his fingers as magically as cotton candy dissolves on the lips.
Side by side they were very much alike, in similarity less of lineament than of manner and bearing, a correspondence of gestures which bounced and echoed between them so that a blink seemed to reverberate, moments later, in a twitch of the other's eyelid.
It takes a while. Slowly, almost imperceptibly over
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And then, after a period that seemed both as swift as mere minutes and as endless as days, it was done.
She slipped so easily into the folds of his life
Everything is falling into place.
Rowf's rump slid suddenly forward as smoothly as a turd from a healthy anus.
Rippling, rippling, rippling, like a flapping overlapping of soft flames, soft as feathers, running to points of brilliance, exquisite, exquisite and melting her all molten inside.
There are no barriers
Every great change is simple.
What most we wish, with ease we fancy near.
They smiled at each other. His smile, even at night was dazzling; hers, too. They could scarcely distinguish anything but the brilliant smiles and the outlines of their perfect bodies.
Your name is Rain, isn't it? Rain slips in the cracks and slides through the seams. You can do it? Can't you?
Have you ever looked at, say, a picture or a great building or read a paragraph in a book and felt the world suddenly expand and, in the same instant, contract and harden into a kernel of perfect purity? Do you know what I mean? Everything suddenly fits, everything's in its place.
A life of clean lines
When things are running perfectly smoothly, with people and boxes on charts enjoying a one-to-one relationship, then the processes and infrastructure have caught up to the business.
Brilliantly, ecstatically, irrepressibly. This is the way to burn
Finally, mutually, and completely, they released all doubts, abandoned all fears, unwilling and unable to deny this overpowering love.
He remembered himself sitting naked on one side of the mattress, in a room he was suddenly aware he was never again to see. He had not argued; in the wake of his shame, he became strangely efficient and agreeable, with her, with everyone.
And suddenly, it's as if there's no one in the world but these two, crashing through space to reach each other. They collide, enfold, lose their balance, and slam against a wall, where they stay. Clinging into one being. Indivisible.
Genuinely ubiquitous computing spreads like warm Vaseline.
Exactly as planned!
No words are too good for the cutting-room floor, no idea so fine that it cannot be phrased more succinctly.
Oh, that was smooth. I'm as subtle as a fart.
So closely interwoven have been our lives, our purposes, and experiences that, separated, we have a feeling of incompleteness
united, such strength of self-association that no ordinary obstacles, difficulties, or dangers ever appear to us insurmountable.
When it occurs without having to voice it - vibin' on the same page, flowin' on the same wave, soakin' up the same light rays.
And an integrated life is one where you're able to fit the different pieces of your life together in seamless fashion.
This was all chemistry ever was: two people's silent selves invisibly aligning while their noisy selves carried on, oblivious.
He kissed her lustfully.
Mindlessly.
Senselessly.
The easiest way to do anything is properly.
First you harmonize, then you customize.
Like all magnificent things, it's very simple.
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The winds with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kisst.
But together they moved through the world quite easily, two small halves of courage making a brave whole.
Launch your vessel, And crowd your canvas, And, ere it vanishes Over the margin, After it, follow it, FollowThe Gleam.
And so in my mind's eye these coastal forms merge and blend in a shifting, kaleidoscopic pattern in which there is no finality, no ultimate and fixed reality - earth becoming fluid as the sea itself.
The seams, the laminae between the various worlds the past present and future as well as the living and the nonliving may not be as distinct and clear-cut as we have been taught or as our somewhat arbitrary clocks and calendars have led us to believe.
Time after time, they brought each other to new heights of ecstasy, until finally, they lay spent in each others arms in the quiet peace and contentment that only lovers know.
Everything, if you could only see it clearly enough, like this, is beautiful and complete. Everything has its own perfection.
The words slid fluidly off my tongue, with only an occasional stammer. I could only attribute it to the sweep and flow of water around us.
...Thought lengths it, pulls
an invisible world through
a needle's eye
one detail at a time,
...
All things are delicately interconnected.
Our surroundings fade and we exist in unison, two people who once shared cups of coffee, unprecedentedly ourselves in a changing world.
Their intuitive capacity to communicate often transcended the limits of conventional oral discourse. They always understood each other.
Everything is connected.
In perfect understanding, it seemed, they looked at each other. Questions of failure, of haste, all the what if's of life, did not matter. The quiet in her was talking to the quiet in him.
And in their motions harmony divine
So smoothes her charming tones, that God's own ear
Listens delighted.
It was then that I began to look into the seams of your doctrine. I wanted only to pick at a single knot; but when I had got that undone, the whole thing raveled out. And then I understood that it was all machine-sewn.