Angel de Kuate. Eve's Apple (№ 8129)

When the soul is in pain, her sense of life is dulled. She seemed to disorientated, loses its place in space. Gender changes she places with the ceiling. And the ceiling from the floor - she now knows. If before a soul could distinguish "good" from "bad", now she's totally confused - "good" and "bad" turned to her in an empty sound.
From pain, from intolerable agostoli of his suffering, the soul - like a stunned fish. She doesn't know what she should do and what, on the contrary, it should not be done in any case. She's a mess. It's like she carries a huge, uncontrolled current. It is often in those moments, with "stunned" the soul commits all of its most terrible nonsense, terrible and unforgivable mistakes.
Yet in this so strange, so painful, that even in that painful condition - there is something very, very important to the human soul. When you are lost, blurred the edges of reality, when leveled and conventions disappear, the soul first sees the world as if from outside. It is separated, as if levitated. She realizes that she and peace are not the same.
This is only the first step - it all starts with the infinity of solitude.
The first but very important...