Yuri Markeev. Game confession (№ 392326)

Memory is delicate, selective, precious. Sometimes it is lost only partially. Is it bad not to remember that poison the soul? Even in the morning usually resort to prayer with the petition, "deliver us from evil memories." Fierce memories is the voice of unrepentant sin, trumpet belated conscience, an unpleasant spirit of the decaying underground soul bad thing to do. Need to repent immediately. Broom to clean the garbage. But there are times in life when, for various reasons, too lazy to clean up his room. And over the years accumulated dust. First, you don't notice it then vanishes allergic to dirt, then the dirt will have to be reconciled pompously calling it "metaphysical dust of existence." Oh gods, gods! Mind is sometimes so deftly copes with temptation, yielding to it with a justifying verdict. The main thing - nice call. If the dirt is dust metaphysical existence, then it can become a decoration, Museum piece.
Laziness is a powerful thing. And metaphysical dust, which, actually, is a normal mud, will soon make themselves felt sickening attacks of causeless depression. However, you should carefully look into yourself in silence and solitude, under the sober melodies of heaven, as it becomes apparent that Paradise of the soul goes not by chance. Paradise is etched with bitter memories and come quietly as a thief, doing their predatory thing and leave the fence loopholes for future thieves fishing. How important time is to notice and put the guard house watchdog.
(The game of confession)