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♠ Pierrelle ♠

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P I E R R E L L E . L J . C O M
... Since 08.02.2004 ...

... I WAS ............
.......... HERE ........

*Former K.G.B Agent in North Korean branch*
Now a free lancer carrying out orders of espionage, weapon sales, & extortion ... Creating my own hit list ("Enemies of the Heir, beware"): as it stands, my current mission involves the elimination of outspoken know-it-all keeners at UofT.

Conspiracy Theorist in Training. Witch in Training.

Perpetuous Dreamer. Visionary Philosopher. Abstract Mathematician.
... in a State of Trance ...

4th year student @ Trinity College, University of Toronto [former Neuroscience Specialist/Mathematics Minor, now Chemistry Specialist/Math & Statistics Minor] ... Neuroimaging Research @ the Hospital for Sick Children (magnetoencephalography, epilepsy, tuberous sclerosis, high frequency oscillations)

Power Unit: 'Charging up the Leaders of Tomorrow' -- a youth non-profit organization (Board of Directors, Korean division of Vendor Sales/ Promotion/ Public Relations) ... Trinity College Volunteer Society (Minister of Propaganda) ... Solid Gold Intermediate Dance Girls ...

Ontario Level I Life Insurance Agent with Primerica Financial Services

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... with svimmelhet as my witness ♥ ...

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A G E N T S . O N L Y

• Customized StyleSheet Credits » Originally aeval | Modified by kunzite1
• Photographic Art Credits » Markus Klinko & Indrani | www.MarkusKlinko-Indrani.com

.: L O V E :.

When love beckons to you follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.

And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.

Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.

He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant,
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.

But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed,
For love is sufficient unto love.

Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires...

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night
To know the pain of too much tenderness
To be wounded by your own understanding of love
To bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
To sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips...

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.: F R I E N D S H I P :.

Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.

When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your own mind, nor do you withhold the "ay."
And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;
For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.

When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
And let there be no purpose in Friendship save the deepening of the spirit.
For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.
And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.
For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?

Seek him always with hours to live.
For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

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.: T I M E :.

You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable.
You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons.
Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing.

Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness,
And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream.
And that that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.

Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless?
And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the centre of his being, and moving not form love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds?
And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless?

But if in you thought you must measure time into seasons, let each season encircle all the other seasons,
And let today embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing.

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..... The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran .....

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