#nostradamus

The world was so unbearably pretty, and it continued being so all the way down the mountain to school. I felt slightly high because of the beauty, and the inside of my head tickled. I wondered if this is how artists go through life, with all of its sensations tickling their craniums like a peacock feather.. ↗

— Douglas Coupland

#beauty #hey-nostradamus #high #life #nature

And when you do find this letter, you know what? Something extraordinary will happen. It will be like a reverse solar eclipse - the sun will start shining down in the middle of the night, imagine that! - and when I see this sunlight it will be my signal to go running out into the streets, and I'll shout over and over, "Awake! Awake! The son of mine who once was lost has now been found!" I'll pound on every door in the city, and my cry will ring true: "Awake! Everyone listen, there has been a miracle - my son who once was dead is now alive. Rejoice! All of you! Rejoice! You must! My son is coming home! ↗

— Douglas Coupland

#imagination

The world is a glorious place, and filled with so many unexpected moments that I'd get lumps in my throat, as though I were watching a bride walk down the aisle - moments as eternal and full of love as the lifting of veils, the saying of vows and the moment of the first wedded kiss. ↗

— Douglas Coupland

#life #love #wedding #love

...you spend a much larger part of your life being old, not young. Rules change along the way. The first things to go are those things you thought were eternal. ↗

— Douglas Coupland

#change

These months drive us to listen within. ↗

— Charol Messenger

#futurist #mayan-calendar #new-cosmic-age #new-humanity #nostradamus