Angel de Kuate. Eve's Apple (№ 8127)

Sometimes the soul seems to be that it's quite simple - to jump out of the maze in which she's held "passion" and "good." You just need to make a decision, and it's done. And the soul does not understand, can not understand that the maze and its fate in our world. That it is impossible to deny, can't pretend it doesn't exist and it doesn't matter. It is, and it's Fate.
Attempts to close eyes to reality, to create an illusory world is one of thousands of the sweet temptations of the soul. She paints a fairy-tale castle, she paints a world in which everything is simple, everything is right, everything is beautiful. The soul draws his castle, the memories, the traces of memories of a world where Beauty reigns. Only one problem - he that a lock is drawn, not real.
In fact, the soul remains all the same game with her "passions" with the idea of "good". Found a way - just a new configuration of the old forces, nothing more. The life of the soul in the body - the conclusion in solitary confinement. And the output that it "finds" is only the fruit of its sick imagination, her hallucinations.
Where there are interlocutors, the soul speaks with its own phantoms. And is terrified when, suddenly, aware of its own loneliness.