And the frost wrinkles the puddles into the apotheosis of crucifix; God nailed to the cross and we are below him brothers in cold and filth, vodka turns us into rebels that's all right; oh, Oblaida pour more… let it be the heat of night...
For hope to come true, it must be identical with the concept of love. You can't turn hope into an idol. Love is immortal, and idols are mortal. Imagine that your hope will die and not come true, are you ready to implement it anyway? Is the process important to you? The fact itself? Are you ready to do it, even if you know that it will die? If your faith and willingness to realize your goal remains unshakeable, even if your hope is crucified on the cross... then this is love. Just don't lie to yourself.
The crucifixion Jesus on the cross is a metaphor that your faith should not be dependent on other people's opinions. Even if your love has been crucified, you must be the one to resurrect it. True love is good because no matter how many times it is crucified, there are those who will rekindle the flame of love.
If your faith cannot survive the crucifixion of your love on the cross, it is a false faith, and you are a vile liar and a proud man. True love must be reborn after death. The symbol of the Christmas tree is a reminder that love lives on our strength.
Re-Read The " Process» Kafka, the whole situation is well described there. Look at the image of the gatekeeper (the house of the Duchess) in " Alice» Carroll's. Remember the process over Brodsky. These people asked Brodsky: "Who appointed you A poet?" They said Brodsky: "We did not appoint you as a poet, and therefore you are not a poet, and you have no right to write poetry or publish it." These gatekeepers, who have never created anything themselves, are terribly jealous Creators. These people sleep and see how to crucify love. As soon as true love appears, it is immediately stoned and crucified on the cross.