There is a point where in the mystery of existence contradictions meet; where movement is not all movement and stillness is not all stillness; where the idea and the form, the within and the without, are united; where infinite becomes finite, yet not losing its infinity. If this meeting is dissolved, then things become unreal.
Rabindranath Tagorewhen you came you cried and everybody smiled with joy; when you go smile and let the world cry for you.
Rabindranath Tagore