This world wasn't created for human happiness and no hamster can get out of its spinning wheel. However, running in the wheel brings pleasure to a hamster and walking in blind mazes gives the feeling of illusionary freedom. Whatever we may do, we can't avoid a stick. And even if we have a choice, we don't feel like choosing it.
This world consists of contradictions. We are aimed at both freedom and order, but these are two different directions. Something that we want most kills us and attainment of perfection- the goal of our life- means its end as well.
The crowd`s foolishness consists of the wisdom and irony of every single person filling it... That is, wisdom, gathered in the crowd, becomes foolishness, and foolishness, fallen to pieces, becomes the ironic, all knowing wisdom...
A person is always dissatisfied with something, and this is fine. As long as there is discontent, there is life. You should be happy with your discontent. Discontent means that there is work, there is a hell that can be turned into heaven.
A man living in his sleep, sleeps in reality. As he's a happy hero in his sleep and an unhappy slave in real life. What a bad dream. Maybe it's better to wake up?
Sometimes life goes like this: something bad turns into something even worse. And one may look back on the past to think... - Ah, how nice it all used to be.
I feel like a lightbulb., which the host includes a kick of the foot on the switch... I dissatisfied spark, but the master needs light... No alternative options he's not even considering.
Recent years I was haunted by the thought or rather, fear, that maybe I'm gone.… I is an illusion, a fiction or just a couple of shots in the movie, which is over. To overcome this fear, I got myself a mirror - small mirror, which I kept in my jacket pocket. and took out every 10 minutes, to look at it and make sure, that I still on place, that I still exist.
The life of an ordinary person is dull and gray, full of unfulfilled desires, moralized norms and stupid restrictions... In essence, it's the life of ants and bees. Hives and anthills give freedom within a strict framework and rules. But there are nuances: if it were so, as it seems, then why do nature needs people, wouldn't it have been easier to make do with bees and ants? It's worth thinking about...
We never take off our masks... We live in masks. We are changing the masks from one to another. ......And it makes perfect sense. Why would anyone see and know, what they are - ...real people: psychopaths, feeble-minded, obsessed, the vengeful, sadists, killers. Masks are much more human...
Standard person with factory emotions, school ideals, television soul, a news brain, uniquely typed external shape used: working outdoors, housework, sex and reproduction, consumption of goods, elections and voting, etc... Resource: 30-70 years. Material: natural, eco-friendly. Power consumption: bread, circuses, and sex. The price is negotiable, depending on: age, shape, useful skills and connections.
All human life is, in essence, a process endless flight from their own suffering... It's hard for me to remember even a day of my life, free from that feeling... And everything I've ever done in my life has been done exclusively., to stifle this unpleasant feeling... So when some simpleton calls out to the Lord with a question for which he makes people suffer... I just smile; I remember a squirrel in a wheel and I think what still perpetual motion this God ponapridumyvali our sinful souls...
People who love loneliness is a myth… One who considers himself to be the add-on, probably a schizophrenic with a bifurcation. personality; his eternal companion never leaves him for a second., and the company of other people prevents talk to yourself.
The ocean beats, crawls back and forth. And in it, as in soup, poor fish swims, eats each other, Yes, and someone from somewhere in heaven constantly to itself drags away... ...maybe the best taken to heaven?
The world is always beautiful, even when some lives within its sad … I will say more: think about how much insects die in a minute... And relax. Never mind., in the world, which always beautiful.
Unhappy... For you, loneliness is a split personality. It takes a couple of years and you have nothing to say to each other... Take an example from me - alone I am tenfold ...
And here is the wall before me no cracks, brilliant impregnable monolith, in places red spots from blood and my broken forehead is bleeding... I'm breaking this wall with my forehead... not a day, not a month, not a year... I hit and hands, hit and feet, I dug under it; tried to, as a grasshopper punch, like a Sparrow flying, but as before, this wall ...I'm in front of her... ... insanely time sorry... To hell! I turned around and walked the steppes... And those walls, whining, fled on the heels of, like shadows...
The land is full of the dead, the air's still full of the living but don't be afraid… All of us will turn into coal, all of us will turn into oil. The world under the leaves. Are you afraid of the lions? How often do lions eat people. Don't count. trust me, very little. Just remember: your real enemies are insects, in the end, they eat up each of us...
What is a book, not like a handful of someone else's fate, that with hunger shove it in... Chewing, choking and then you fall asleep full. Here is, for example, the plot: conic rode dude whistles, blow from all the dope on the petals of mills... everyone in his own way: who is stronger, and who and make-believe... Metaphor, perhaps… Well, who knows. But the plot dynamic, with a sense of humor... We set off...