Not every obstacle needs to be overcome ...not everyone. Much better to get around or leave alone.

Your love sufferings are, on the one hand, drug withdrawal, on the other, stupidity and lust for power.  You probably don't know that everything is beauty and everything is love.  Pride makes you pray to idols.

Tired of running, a person sees the impassability, joyfully rushes to it, hoping to find peace and gain strength.

Vice he kills himself for his short temper.  The defect is similar to cancer metastases.

A star is an object that, having learned the essence of the simple, has learned to extract energy from what it has the most and no longer needs external sources of energy.

The thought that one pea  can turn hell into heaven, suggests that in any situation we will find something good.

Idolatry is not a bad thing.  Idol  The sun is good and useful, it is pointless to argue with this.  Another question is what isn't  Man lives by the sun alone.  There are still a trillion stars in the sky.

To love a person is to admire them and be happy that they exist.  Dependence on his attention and love is drug addiction, obsession with their own pleasure and inability to extract this pleasure from other sources.

I see hope in my ass ... the light at the end of the tunnel inspires me.

Alternative paths are a situation where you have a thousand hopes, not one idol that you pray to and are terribly afraid that it will not work out.  Alternative paths are calculated by negating what is and analyzing the situation in terms of what I would do if it wasn't for what I'm doing.  Alternative paths are paths that should be used when there is a traffic jam on the Central road, so as not to stand in traffic.  The point is to see the stars in the sky... there are not 2 or 3 stars, there are billions of Them...

Metaphorically, we can say that the source of light is a drug, and the darkness that has turned into light is sick with drug addiction.

Black and white are not divided in half, but rather like bread and salt.  In a positive world, 97% of white is a pinch of black.  In the negative world, everything is black, but there is light at the end of the tunnel.

Everyone has their own light at the end of the tunnel, because everyone lives in their own ass.

The real truth must be with the teeth.  The real truth is immortal.  No matter how much you crucify her on the cross, she will still be reborn.  All these symbols-the light at the end of the tunnel, the Kingdom of heaven, the eye of a needle – are all metaphors for idolatry.  In fact, everything is light.  In the forest, the most valuable thing is emptiness.  And the Christmas tree idol sir  Jesus bequeathed us to cut down and use it on the occasion of his birthday once a year.

In the way of any good deed, there is always a gatekeeper who considers it his mission in life not to let anyone in the door.  It is useless to talk to the gatekeeper.  We have seen images of such gatekeepers in the works of Kafka and Louis  Carroll and others.  But what should I do?  How to deal with these people?  Of course, you can accept it.  You were spat at, and you rubbed the spittle, turned around and left.  Why do you really need that light at the end of the tunnel?  Why do you need this needle's eye?  Why do you want to be a thread?  Don't you have any business of your own?"

On the other hand, justice must be heavily armed, and injustice requires retribution and at least some reaction.  It is said that insults are not forgiven.  They also say that the map likes to cry.

The needle's eye metaphor can be seen as the thought of a keyhole in a door that says, knock and you will be opened.  The Kingdom of heaven is large, but the light at the end of the tunnel is one and small.  Very small and insignificant things decide everything.

The problem of light at the end of the tunnel is the problem of power over the forest.  The woodpecker wants power over the trees and therefore bangs his head against the tree trunk.  The woodpecker does not know that power over the forest is power over the void.  You should rule the free, not the busy.  The point is that fear, difficulties, salvation, and all that sort of thing attract our attention, and create the false impression that the world has come together in a wedge...  In fact, you need to realize that this is idolatry and, in fact, it's darkness... Darkness, that's the solution, not light.  The one who has found it does not need light, as Mr. poet wrote, but it needs to be felt and realized, and experience is also needed.  It is hard to break the chains of light's bondage...

Those who have understood life have realized that the light at the end of the tunnel is an idol and a trap.  Light is impassable, and roads are dark.  To be saved, we need darkness, not light.  Darkness is a thousand roads, and light is only one, where traffic jams and dead ends.

Perfection is black, and white is death and destruction ... White is the beginning...  this is what remains when  destroyed black.... White is a place to live, white grows to black.... you will not be able to Swim from black to white...  the most you can do is slow down your progress towards black perfection.

It is dangerous to think that happiness is a narcotic endless pleasure and light at the end of the tunnel.

The endless search for happiness and truth indicates that a person rejects the available sources of happiness and truth.  To run after what is not and to despise what is is a common thing for the neurotic, the proud, and the blind.  The point is that even if such a person finds a treasure, they will quickly become disillusioned with it and throw it away.  The proud don't value what they have.

The light at the end of the tunnel after death can be interpreted as a free space for a new life.  You are a black dot, looking for a free space.  The white dot is the place that you must occupy so that the world is again plunged into blissful darkness.

Look, now your mind is turned off, and you are ruled by your subconscious and instincts.  If you go hungry for three or four days, your brain will clear up and your consciousness will take over and you will be able to understand the strategy of salvation, as if having seen the light.  And now you are illuminated.  I mean, the attention is riveted to it and you can't pull it off... And if you're hungry, you can pull it off.

The salvation of the addict and idolater is in awareness and understanding that everything is a drug.  There is no problem with the drug, and the desire to pray to the light at the end of the tunnel is slavery and hemorrhoids.

A person who has realized his imperfection and unattainability of the ideal, automatically falls in love with all the differences from the ideal.  So the ideal is the limited light at the end of the tunnel, and not the ideal is the boundless darkness around it.  In this way, the dark becomes light, the blind becomes the sighted, and the dot becomes the light.  into the universe.

The slaves of hope are very naive and well managed...  The only thing that can save them is despair and pain.  "Give up hope, all who enter here»  written on the door to hell.  The idol is the light at the end of the tunnel, the light needs only 1% of hope to turn the darkness into its slave.

The light at the end of the tunnel is so bright that you can't see anything outside of it.

The idol brazenly lies that it is special, blinding the person.  The idol, drawing attention to itself, pretends to be a candle in the ocean of darkness, but in fact it is not darkness, but an ocean of candles. 

The idol creates hunger, because it creates a feeling of insufficiency, as if it is the only source of energy, generating fear, as if there are no other lights.

An idol is a strange vampire.  It overflows the person with energy, as if it drinks all his energy, the person becomes empty, so as not to die, and sticks to the idol as to its only source of energy.  For the right to drink the energy of his master, the idolater is ready to pay very dearly.  Thus, idol sucks the life out of their victims of high energy, instead of giving it its cheap.

The light at the end of the tunnel turns life into a dungeon, with a single small window the size of a needle's eye.

What is the problem of the poor?  They pray for money and are therefore poor...  Rich people are calm about money, but they are amused by the idolatry of the poor about money.  This light at the end of the tunnel, this worship, it makes the poor blind... That's why they are poor, they can't see the money.

If your enemy is like the light at the end of the tunnel, it is not the enemy, but the scapegoat or the one who distracts your attention.  You think, here is my enemy, we will defeat him, and we will be happy.  This is a lie, everything is your enemy, but your very first enemy is yourself.

Obsession with personal cleanliness creates dirt around.  The light at the end of the tunnel creates darkness around it.

Idolaters live in eternal fear and anxiety, for their light idol is small and limited, and the world of darkness and suffering is boundless and vast.

Since the world of human ideas is a negative reality, the light at the end of the tunnel is a black dot  in the middle of a blank white sheet.

What does it mean  "Yes it will  Light"?  We live in a negative world, where all the words are the opposite.  "Let there be light!»  - said  God also put a black dot on an infinite pure white sheet.

With light in the dark, you should keep the right distance, or you will burn in the sun.

I would like to give you the hope of freedom.  Freedom is joyous.  But first you must realize that you need freedom.  You are a nocturnal predator, the darkness is your home.  Become aware of who you are.  The idol sun, on which you pray, burns and blinds you, turning your life into hell.  Fire is tricky, it gives warmth and pleasure, getting used to which it is difficult to go back to the darkness of the night.  The sun drains your strength.  Blinded by the sun, you now tremble with the fear of the dark.  Your master is treacherous, he has blinded you, deprived you of your reason, chained you up, forced you to serve him... but the funny thing is that he has given you the idea that you are the master.  He turned you into a caterpillar, slowly roasting in the sun and consoling himself with the self-satisfied thought... I am the master  The sun. 

Perfection is perfection.  Perfection is stopping and the greatest possible fitness.  And yet the achievement of perfection is pride, which inevitably precedes the fall, that is, let there be light! ... Black perfection is destroyed and Hello, a new path from imperfection to perfection.  The main limitation of perfection is time.  Time is inevitable  it destroys perfection and it is beautiful.

Love is the ability to see beauty and truth, and therefore to serve them... to Serve love is to serve those goals that inspire you with beauty and truth... to Serve such goals joyfully.  For decades, you work and rejoice... And how do the proud live?  Yes, like worms in the ass...  He's been puffing like a leper for ten years, then he's got a bagel hole, he's happy for five minutes, and he's back in the ass.  There is no joy in life...  one light at the end of the tunnel, and that's death.

"Let There Be Light!" is an act of Free Will, an act of illusion and fantasy, an act of falsehood.  Darkness is truth, and everything else is truth.  God designed to create joy and beauty.

Fear blinds and does not allow you to see beauty.  Removing fear, we get the ability to see beauty.  The problem is that beauty in a concentrated or contrasting form resembles a drug.  The light at the end of the tunnel, the fire in the darkness, all this gives rise to idolatry, the fear of darkness, the fear of losing the idol.

Everything is darkness, and the light at the end of the tunnel you invented yourself.  Your hope is the light at the end of the tunnel.  Free will allows you to invent any hope.  Another thing is interesting.  Everything is light, but too much light is maddening.  To preserve your sanity, you were blinded.  Now, to get the light, you have to invent it.  Faith is the certainty of the Unseen, which begets love.  You can believe in the light, but you can't look at it.

Death is perfection.  When you die, you are reunited with God... but I do not recommend that you do that.  Perfection is infinitely joyful, but infinite joy, devoid of the contrast of pain, is infinitely dangerous.  Once I died, and after only thousands of years of endless joy, I got used to it, and it turned into endless pain.  Endless pain devoid of any hope is not joyful at all.  When you die, don't go to the light at the end of the tunnel, but go to the darkness.  The light must be within you, and that light must obey you.  The light you cannot control will make your death a living hell.

You must know that you are the controller of light.  You are the darkness that invented the light at the end of the tunnel.

The light at the end of the tunnel is not something to aim for, but something to fly around.  The light in the darkness is  The sun, and you are the Earth.  Approaching the sun is life-threatening.  For life  The sun is enough in doses up to 1%. in fact, one hope in the sun is enough for you.

My fear is not just my dog.  My fear is my light at the end of the tunnel, my idol, my joy... but even that's not all.  My fear is inseparable from me.  My fear is my own light, my own strength.  I am the source of Light whose name is fear.

The light at the end of the tunnel is your own light, your own fear, your own hope, your soul, you are rejected by yourself and pushed outside.

You need to get hung up, you're stuck with one light at the end of a tunnel that's a lie.  Try to do what you fear the most and make sure that it's all not scary.