Book: Zaire. Page 3

Yes, I'm free now and was free in jail, because that is still above all else put freedom. Yes, of course, it forced me sometimes to drink wine that had not to my taste, to do things that were not to their liking and what I continue to do will not; and this in my body and soul - and a lot of scars, and I've caused people injury - time, when I asked them for forgiveness, because over time I realized: I can do anything, except not being given to me to force another person to follow me in my madness, in my lust for life. I have no regrets about past suffering, I'm proud of my scars, proud of both medals, I know that the price of freedom is high - as high, perhaps, as the price of slavery, and the difference is only that you pay with pleasure, with a smile, even a smile through tears.

... it dawned on me: the Cathedral - after all, it's myself, and each of us. We are growing and changing shape, we find in ourselves the weaknesses and deficiencies requiring correction, and not always look for the best solution, but no matter what, trying to stand straight and properly, protecting not the walls, not Windows and doors, but the empty space inside - a space where we nurture and honor all that is important to us and expensive.

Take care of the time allotted you in this world, remember that the Lord has forgiven you, forgive you.

The world paid dearly to be the same as now, and even though he's not perfect, but it is possible to live. And yet there's something missing - always because something is missing?

War as a drug. In war, my life makes sense. There is no place to wash, eat from the soldiers of the boiler, not sleep more than three hours, and then Wake up from the shooting, where at any moment someone could throw a grenade... but it sharpens the sense of life. You every minute, every second feel that I live. There is no place of sadness, discouragement, doubt anything there is no space but a huge love of life.

If the person is capable of loving his partner without informing him of the conditions, without imposing restrictions, he expresses his love to God. Showing love to God, he will love his neighbor. If you love your neighbor, you will love yourself. If you will love yourself, everything will fall into place. Will change the course of History. It will not change neither policy nor the conquest, nor theory, nor war, because it's just repeating the same thing, - what we see from the beginning of time. History will change when we will be able to use the energy of love, how do we use wind energy, sea, of the atom.

Miracles happen, anything is possible, and the person begins again to master the forgotten art was to use his strength.

There is a world of dreams and the world of reality.

People in their sorrows are not alone - there is always someone who thinks, rejoices or grieves the same way and it gives us the strength to adequately respond to our call.

Angry? How could I be mad at the person who wasn't paying any attention to what I'm saying?! As it may irritate me, a person who does not provoke me and lies staring at the unknown distance?!

Woman looking for strong feelings, the man of adventure, and here - please... In the morning both pretend nothing happened and life goes on.

Everyone should feel sadness and compassion for the person whose soul bleeds from love, and they continue to laugh, they continue to wallow in their shallow and worthless lives, rejoicing because it was the weekend.

Amusing thought: many of those who come to meet me, too, the soul in shreds, and I don't know why or how they suffer.

The game of seduction invariably resurrects us to life.