I dreamed of a world of crazy sunbeams, one of which fancied himself me. Each of my reflections in the Mirror thinks of itself as special and craves independence.
I am tormented by the question of how fundamentally one raindrop is different another raindrop? The raindrops argue over who's Real, who's bigger than me.
They say people look like crickets, but I've noticed that people look like dewdrops playing in the first rays of the morning sun. Dew drops lie on different leaves, above and below each other. Droplets from the topmost leaves imagine themselves especially divine and close to the sun.
You look at a tree and you see a tree, but it's not a tree. What do I see? You see your reflection. Everything is your reflection, and even you are one of the innumerable reflections. The absolute is like the Moon, and you and the tree are a reflection Moons in two different raindrops. Raindrops are like monads, each reflecting the absolute at its own unique angle.
The Logos is like the sun, and our life is the reflection of the sun in the acid rain that falls on Venus. The energy of the sun's Rays gave birth to self-awareness in every drop of rain. The whole universe in one drop of rain, it's so romantic.
A simple - minded person believes that the world is as he sees it. Experienced people know that imago images and archetypes, being a paradigm, change the picture of reality very arbitrarily.
In the theater, actors play the audience. In the theater, the audience pretends to be actors. I love theater, but I don't like being a spectator or an actor. I just like to know that the theater exists.
The person's mask depends from the role that a person plays. The mask is the persona, the personal self Of The Ego, the consciousness and the conscious of the individual, a random fragment of the collective psychic. A mask is a person's idea of himself as ideal.
I see how people make a huge effort to be like people. This is strange, it seems that a person is some kind of mask or role under which someone sits and strenuously pretends to be a person.
They are afraid of uncertainty. They say just give us clear rules. Clear rules for what? To seize power? They want money, power, power, truth, pleasure. They talk about injustice, they say no clear rules so that they can gain power and supremacy. So funny. Here everything is done so that these stupid hopes are not destined to come true. The main law of existence is simple, proud Demons must burn in hell until complete repentance and humility.
Knowledge is a miracle. The human brain's capacity for cognition is a miracle. When I see a person capable of knowledge, I rejoice like a child who has seen a miracle.
All human suffering comes from attachment to donkeys. Donkeys need to be fed and cared for. Donkeys need a road. Donkeys are capricious. Accustomed to the donkey, a man cannot get off his donkey. Having fallen in love with his donkey, a person is always forced to ask his donkey where to go and without his donkey he will not take a step on his own. The slave of the donkey is not his own master, now the donkey decides everything for him.
From the point of view of physics and mathematics, a person is a super-complex atomic object, the existence of which is even difficult to imagine. The motion of atoms in such a structure is described by equations and algorithms of cosmic complexity. How did some atoms organize themselves to control other atoms?
Quantum thinking is thinking in the style of realizing that everything is good, and therefore we can act according to the principle of uncertainty, that is, allowing the grain and chaff to determine their own nature.
Everything denied is all from misunderstanding. Understanding leads to acceptance, for it gives us knowledge of the good. Snakes bite, but their venom is good and their meat is tasty.
When you do good, you do evil at the same time. However, good can exist by being small, and evil must be large in order to exist. Evil is vain. Thus, having done a little good, you create a grain of good, and evil will dissolve into nothingness. For a long time creating good for a little bit, you will create a lot of golden sand.
The difference between a lie and the truth is that the truth can be small, but the lie is not. The truth, being small, feels good, and the lie dissolves and disappears, or lies that it is big.
Your destiny is something that no one else can do but you. Rather, will not want to do. Your destiny is not needed by anyone but you. You are the only one capable of loving him and sacrificing your life for him.
Your own way is the way no one has ever walked and no one will ever walk again. Your path is your unique movement, this is the action to which you will devote your time. What is your time given to?
Syntalism wants to rehabilitate all negative characters. There are no negative characters. Everyone is positive in their own way. Everyone is negative in their own way.
I am a man, therefore I am wicked. Therefore, I must compensate for my sins with good deeds. Therefore, I must be tolerant of my own and others ' vices. Everyone has vices. The question is not in vices, but in the good with which a person compensates for his sins.
Individual uniqueness of a person occurs from its unique flaw that needs to be compensated. Random mutation, random deviation from the ideal gave birth to a grain of sand, around which now follows grow a pearl. Each pearl is unique.
His head felt like a rubber ball. The vile swill poured nauseatingly into the blue throat, preventing the melancholy howling of cockroaches from crawling out of the mouth, sticky crawling on the face.
He who runs from death runs to death. He who runs from fear runs to fear. You can and vice versa. The money runner runs away money. The power-hungry becomes a slave.
If despondency is the collapse of all passions, and the path to God lies through the pacification of passions, it turns out that Paradise is only one step away.
What is pride? Thirst for satiety and hatred of hunger. I have subdued my pride, I have loved hunger and I do not need satiety. So I became a traitor and found the happiness of freedom. Yes, I am a traitor, and I tell you-do not believe, do not be afraid and do not ask. Don't ask for satiety, satiety is poison.
You are so tired because you put a lot of effort with your right hand, and with your left hand you interfere with yourself with the same force. It's exhausting and hard to beat yourself.
Everything is mixed with everything, nothing is inseparable from anything else. Things are inseparable. There is only one infinitely huge thing that cannot be divided, and this thing is concentrated in the space of one point – an instant.
I've heard that the person who can give up passion and let it go is promised unheard-of treasures. Letting go of the priceless is like a goldfish letting go like Pike let go, for this is the fulfillment of any three desires.
Freedom is associated with a sense of humor. We can say that freedom is such a joke. Slaves have problems with their sense of humor, they are too serious. Slaves live in fear, trembling with terror is no laughing matter.
People sit in the grass like mushrooms. Other people get stuck in their homes and miss out on all the fun. In the grass, everything is adapted for sitting and standing. I look at people and I don't understand if people are hiding under the guise of toads or toads are hiding under the guise of people. Nothing to understand, I cover my hands from the sun, but the sun hands do not stop. Suddenly a toad jumps right in my face, but it's not a toad, but a man stuck in the house, got out through the balcony to freedom and fell right on my head. Now we sit hand in hand in the grass like mushrooms.
There is a green toad in every man. The size of the toad can be very different. Often the toad exceeds the size of the person himself and then the person lives in the toad.
For a frog in a well, the sky is no bigger than the mouth of the well. The neck of the well is like the eye of a needle for a frog, for those who want to enter paradise.
The proud man so passionately tries to get into paradise through the eye of a needle that he turns into a snake and crawls into the neck of a bottle, where he then sits like a gin in a bottle. In order for the muzzle to crawl into the neck, this person's arms and legs fall off.
Only the greedy proud try to get through the eye of a needle to get to heaven, and so fall into the trap for the genies. Normal people know that we live in Paradise, so there is no need to go anywhere.
You can't agree with people all the time just to make him feel good. Who needs-let him make himself nice. I believe that joint joy is when both are good. To do for the sake of someone else's joy what you do not want is wrong.
Chuang Tzu says many things are dangerous. Dangerous this, dangerous that. I tell you, everything is dangerous, it is dangerous to live, and the most dangerous thing is useful and good, because it is medicine. Everything is dangerous, everything is poison, but poison in small quantities is useful. The most terrible poison is honey, eat a lot of it and die. Eat a spoonful of it and you'll be fine.