Are you complaining about being plagued by lies and suffering? But you seek them yourself, seeking pleasure and power. Your computer was defeated by Trojans and viruses? Your computer slows down, your passwords are hacked, and money is stolen... Who's to blame? You yourself!!! You climb on porn sites, are you looking for a freebie, shaking broken program, stolen music and TV shows. You are a slave to pleasure and amusement. You are a proud man who desires power over the world ... you are three times worthy of all your suffering and you are lucky that God is merciful to sinners.
By allowing yourself one excess, you will not escape ten others. A little extravagance, penetrating into the soul, like a "Trojan horse" from which the enemies come out and open the gates of the city. "Trojan horse" amazing, beautiful, delicious, small, harmless, healthy, fragrant... like cheese in a mousetrap.
Sweets teach us that sweet and delicious in large quantities and for unscrupulous purposes can be very dangerous. Maniacs lure children with candy and kill them. Candy makes your teeth hurt, your character deteriorates, and your face gets ugly from pimples.
How do I see narcissism and pride? Like wanting applause. And I would understand a hero who is joyful... but a proud man demands applause for every sneeze and fart. Proud people especially like to distribute sweets to children. "Here, take a candy," the proud man says to the child," and smile, and thank me and rejoice in me " ... for the proud man, joy is like a drug, but given the pathological greed of pride, it seems extremely unfair to pay for joy.
I don't want to love you. Go to hell, you wretched Ghoul. Roll sausage. Especially I won't let you buy love on the cheap. I know you're greedy, but love is priceless, so eat your candy yourself. No one will love you for candy. Give me your finger, though, and I'll eat you whole."
Beliefs of the mind, poisoning life. I'm bad because I don't have enough joy and pleasure. I'm good if there are a lot of them. I am bad if I am not loved. I am good if I am loved. I feel good when I'm good, I feel bad when I'm bad. All these beliefs were generated by parents when they gave gifts and sweets, when they spoke: "Be a good child and obey us."
This is the essence of the lie hidden in the metaphor of "light at the end of the tunnel.".. A metaphor for idealism, lies, idolatry, and endless suffering. The idol beckoned to the addict with the joy of sweet candy, against which everything else became a sour pain. Therefore, we must love pain... Love darkness and fear. For all these decent beings have been blackened by the idol... and in reality, everything is light. However, this idol does not live outside of you, but you yourself invented this idol... That idol is you.
Feeling miserable because you wanted to eat candy but didn't eat it? How could anything be so stupid? So what if you didn't eat the candy? Teeth and purse will be intact. Sweets are expensive. Especially against the background of candy, healthy and sweet apples seem sour.
When I talk about the concept of "slavery of love", I am more referring to such inner essences of a person as resentment, joy, pleasure. How a man usually behaves: he swears his love... because he sees candy. Having got a candy, he uses it, then he gets bored, he begins to take offense, demand more, whine that he is little and wrongly loved... whine why the girl smiles little, not joyful, prevents him from masturbating to porn on the internet or playing games. In general, he blames Madame ... for interfering with his freedom of joy, preventing him from enjoying and being happy. That is, for this man, the main pleasure is his personal ... and after all, he lied that he loved a woman, and, it turns out, loved his pleasure... Bastard, right? We thought he liked candy, and he likes fun. Candy tired, went to look for another. Accordingly, the candy is protected from an overdose, to create resistance, to prevent the sensualist from getting fed up.
It is said, " Ask, and it shall be given you." And I say: "Don't ask." From whom do you ask? The proud and the idols? Are you asking these creatures of lies? They will promise you three boxes, give you candy, and in return they will take your soul and turn it into slavery.
It is not good when the writer manipulates the reader, trying to be perfect and good. The devil is the name of one who longs for power over people by indulging their vices and weaknesses. "Do you like candy," the writer says to the reader? "Very well! On you, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat..."
Joy is like salt and candy. A lot of salt is poison. One candy is joyful, but if you want to eat 20 candies a day from a greedy thirst for pleasure, no trick will save you. You can brush your teeth, take medicine, make yourself IVs, but still your teeth will rot, diseases will rot your body, and depression will rot your soul.
Madame First provokes your pride through pleasure, and then pacifies, for which you love her. She first gives your pride candy, then breaks it. That's how Love Is Born.
Do you want joy? But having received this joy, you will receive pain. The child wants candy, but then he will have a toothache. "I feel bad," the man cries, " give me joy."…This is a vile trick, because against the background of the bad, the joy will be especially strong. I suspect that the joy to rise up specifically creates situations where it is bad and painful.
When fear devours itself, ask it, what difference does it make? What have we to lose but our chains? We have nothing, nothing ever was, and nothing ever will be. What is being? Pride, lust for power and pleasure! The illusion of possession! What are you afraid of losing? Candy? Ten candies tomorrow? Joy wrapped in a candy wrapper? You're so funny and naive. Just like a child.
Rats run after expensive and competitive candy to turn candy into shit. Smart people take cheap or even free shit, make candy out of it, and sell it to rats. To become a man and learn how to turn shit into candy, you need books and experience.
Interestingly, in the end, Lolita realized that it is better to live in a shack with a lame and deaf husband than in the cage of a maniac pedophile (in love). Humbert. Every woman should know that we have nothing to lose but our chains.
We know an old female secret. If you want a man to run after you, sleep with him, and then throw him away, and he will run like a dog, then run with his injured dignity, die from great and universal love. Maybe catch this big universal infringement in yourself... and diagnose it not as love, but as the desire of a dog to run after a bone? The whole secret is in contrast, if you give in the balls, and then candy, then candy will turn into a drug. For the sake of the drug, the addict will then run long and tedious, begging to beat him in the balls as often as possible.
The idealist wants to be perfect and good, to be loved. An idealist goes out of his way just to do something so that he is given a candy of love. And the idealist is interested in this candy exclusively from the hands of those who do not give it. We know that if you approach an idealist and give him candy, he will not be interested. The idealist likes the struggle, likes the contrast of ups and downs. What is, the proud are not very interested, they are always interested in what runs away, what is in short supply, what is not....
The child wants joy and demands candy. The child really wants a lot of joy, he says: "I suffer without joy." The child requires to eat ten candies a day. However, a smart mother knows that the child is an idiot.
To pacify neurosis is to grow up. The same goes for alcoholism, drug addiction, and pride. To overcome alcohol or drug addiction is to become an adult. To subdue pride is to grow up. As a child, you thought that you could sell your soul for candy, but adults do not see much value in candy.
What is resentment? Doubts about love? Demanding repentance and an apology for the pain? What's the pain? Because I don't feel loved enough? Do I crave love? I demand love! I am a child demanding drugs and joy. If mom doesn't pick me up and give me candy, I'll cry.
Focus on yourself and your own selfishness. If you eat candy, you will fall into the hands of a maniac and become his slave in a dark basement. The temptations of vices are dangerous, it is better to focus on personal growth and improvement.
The serpent tempter does not lie, the candy he offers is delicious and sweet. But I don't want to sell my soul to the devil for candy. I don't even want to look at Candy. Seduced by candy, I will lose my soul, that is, joy, peace and sleep. Becoming a slave to candy, I will get a huge set of hemorrhoids such as dental problems, diathesis, poor health, problems with family, work and school.
Candy maniac is a wonderful lesson and allegorical image that shows how dangerous a delicious candy can be for a small child. Seeing or trying candy, the child loses his will and falls right into the basement to the maniac, where he is waiting for endless hell.
If we don't have an Apple, we'll easily become candy's slaves. Thus, we need a spoonful of sugar, so that, having become accustomed to drinking tea with one spoonful of sugar, we can feel that tea with three spoonfuls is a deadly poison.
Who is an addict? This is a man who has an Apple, but he dreams of candy. The addict is hurt and offended that he does not have candy. Candy seems to an addict of great value. The addict greatly exaggerates the value of candy. This is all because he does not understand and does not want to understand the essence of candy.
When you want to eat, candy is not very appreciated. To hell with all these sweets when there is no normal food. Candy on the background of an Apple is good, but without an Apple it is pure poison.
A passionate lover reminds me of a psychopathic maniac who smiles and lures a child with candy into his car to make him a slave to his basement. The maniac is ready for any tricks and hypocritical smiles, just to lure his victim into a trap. If the victim refuses from sweets, The Maniac is very offended and cries that no one loves him.
You want, and your desires make your life hell. To hell with desires. These are not your wishes at all. These desires were devised by The Devil to lure you to hell. The devil is an allegorical maniac who lures a stupid child to his basement with sweets.
A maniac tempts you with candy. Eat candy-lose control of yourself, reach for the second candy, and to get it, you have to go for a maniac. Then he'll kidnap you and put you in the basement. Someone who does not control himself can very easily become someone's slave.
To pacify neurosis is quite simple, or put up with the whip, because he is an antidote and a cure, or moderate your speed in running for Gingerbread. Candy, of course, tasty, but it is her overdose that gives birth to the whip.
You are a worm, and your natural food is apples. You have a lot of apples. You're full and awake. A kind uncle comes up to you and offers you Candy. "Eat candy, boy, it's delicious and free," the smiling maniac tells you. You eat candy, and on its background apples become sour and tasteless. Now you're hungry. You don't have candy, and you don't need apples. You lose control of yourself, hunger takes your body and makes you serve the master of your drugs.
"Shelter instead of Heaven" is a metaphor for being made an idol of. The idol lives in the temple, but the temple is a prison, it is a golden cage. They bring you gifts from the Magi, they talk about love, but who does it? Maniac locked God is in the basement and made an idol out of him, carries some unnecessary gifts, but deprived love of freedom. Eat, Girl, Candy, smile, life is so beautiful... in a cage.
In the story of the fruit of the tree of knowledge, for which man fell into hell, everyone forgets about the idol. A tree is an idol. The meaning of this story is as follows. You take the candy that the Idol offers you – you fall into the basement. The idol is a maniac who lures children with his sweets to the underworld. Idol is a typical drug dealer. By the way, it seems to me that the Apple was wormy and let this be an allegory of meat and a departure from the principles of vegetarianism.
You can look at candy or beauty, and limit yourself to that. Platonic love is much stronger than physical love, for the spiritual is unlimited and the physical is limited. It is not necessary to devour a flower to enjoy its beauty. More moreover, the desire to eat a flower is a thirst for freedom and killing joy. A person does not want to be a slave to joy, and he longs to kill it, thereby freeing himself.
And who are your idols and powerhouses? People obsessed with power and megalomania? Arrogant people who have fallen right into hell and want everyone else to follow them? Idols lure idolaters straight to hell with candy. All these idols, bosses, managers, stars... these are unhappy, obsessed with fear and hunger, to whom personally I feel compassion.
Rest? Entertainment? What kind of rest? What kind of entertainment? Go to hell with your Amusements and temptations. Who do you think you are? The tempting devil? We do not need your temptations. We have enough of our own joys. Tired of all these drug dealers damn, their drugs seducing. Maniacs and pedophiles with candy let go to hell.
God is the law and the mother, and pride and The Devil are ignorance and the desire of a child to break the law in order to get more pleasure. The mother says to the child: "do not drink water from the footprint of the goat's hooves, or you will become a kid"... and the fool drinks and becomes a goat. Mother says: "Don't eat too many sweets, your teeth will fall out, you'll die from the pain." And the fool eats and already goes with pimples from allergies. Mother says: "Do not take candy from a maniac, he will deceive you and lock you in the basement." And the child considers himself the most intelligent and falls into the slavery of the dungeon.
The devil is acutely hungry for love and those from whom he needs love… Gives gifts… Gives, gives, gives… How a pedophile maniac feeds children sweets so that they sell their souls for these sweets. However The devil does not have enough love, he longs to be loved most of all. Against the background of such a great love, you do not want to love anything else, and the world plunges into fear.
I am a worm, and I eat apples. I have a lot of apples, and there is no shortage of them. You offer me candy, you say candy tastes better and better than apples. You're telling me: "Try it for free." Do you think I'm a fool? And you, perhaps, think of yourself as the devil tempter? Against the background of your candy I won't be able to eat my apples later.
Why are you offended? Did you crave power and pleasure? You wanted candy and they didn't give it to you? Your pride was hysterical because her wish was not fulfilled? Your pride is a child, it is good for him when he is beaten.
The maniac does not just feed the child with sweets, he puts him on sweets. The maniac calls himself a friend, savior, comforter, drug dealer. Against the background of the drug, the world turns into hell, and the drug dealer calls himself love.
How to explain to the proud that he does not need the best, that the best destroys him and makes his life hell. To live in Paradise, you have to choose the worst. The best candy is poison, and the worst Apple is paradise. You like Lady one better, but you don't like Lady two. How do I explain that you don't need love and that it's poison? You need girl two precisely because you don't love her. Fear love. If you see Love, Run. See the buzz-run. Saw the drug-run.
Vice is like popadalovo. Vice is like a maniac with candy. Vice is like a drug dealer with a free dose of happiness. Vice is a beautiful tearful woman or child running up to you on the street and dragging you into the alley.
The normal level of joy is the golden mean. Even if a person finds a strong source of joy at Level 1, then quickly getting used to it, everything again falls to 0.62. however, what was previously an ordinary good joy falls to level 0.38 and is already very little happy. Thus, against the background of candy apples become sour. Over time, sweets cease to please, and apples do not become interesting at all. But narcotic memories of the ideal unit generate a lot of suffering.
I felt very sad and wanted to eat chocolate, but then I thought - it's a trap. Go to hell with your candy. Never mind, all our sorrows and joys are coming.