Book: The citadel. Page 1

I have seen and the kindness of my father. He said:
- It is impossible to humiliate those who dominated and who was honored. Not to take away from the king, the Kingdom and turned into a beggar putting alms. If you do, you'll destroy the skeleton of his ship. I'm always looking for punishment that is commensurate with the culprit. The Prince, if he slipped, I cut off the head, but not turn him into a slave.
Once I met the Princess, who was made a laundress. Her companions laughed at her: "Where did your greatness, the Laundry? Before you could punish or be punished, and now we can messy you for his pleasure. Here's justice for you." For the justice they believed retribution.
The Princess and the laundress was silent in response. She felt his humiliation, but more the humiliation that much greater to her. Pale and straight, the Princess was leaning over the tub. She hardly would have caused resentment: she was a comely, modest, silent. And I realized that being bullied is not over her - over her fall. If the envy will be equal with us, we with pleasure will break. I beckoned to the Princess.
- I know you reigned. Today the life and the death of your companions in your power. I'm giving you the throne. Reign.
Rising above the low rabble, she despised the memories of past grievances. And the washerwoman was no longer malice, because order was restored. Now, they admired the nobility of a Princess. They staged a festival in honour of her reign, and bowed when she passed. They felt that rose if could touch her dress.
That's why I don't give the princes a mockery of the rabble and abuse by jailers. No, under the trumpet sounds of horns gilded them on the round area on my orders beheaded.
- Demeans the one who is low myself - my father told me. And never let the servants to judge my host.

... not solid food enriches the Kingdom - high-quality needs of residents and zeal in their work. Not getting, but giving, gain nobility. Noble artisans, of which I spoke, they did not spare himself, working day and night, and received in return an eternity, freed from the fear of death. Noble warriors: shedding blood, they have become the backbone of the Kingdom and will not die. But not ennobled by buying yourself the most beautiful things from shopkeepers and admiring all his life perfect. Ennobles the work.

"How beautiful is this embroidery! How wonderful it is..." And I know that, embroidering, women are day by day transforming in the embroidery themselves. I never realized that so perfect.

I looked at his people and thought, no one now spends his life on the work of their hands, no heritage, that is unchanged passed to one generation to another, time is fruitless now flows like sand.

I know the meaning of things is not in things - in the rush.

One sculptor is seen in the stone female face, the other male. Everyone sees her. You will be convinced of this, looking at the constellations: here is one of them - a Swan. But someone will tell you: these stars resemble a sleeping woman. Yeah, remind, but we saw her too late. We can't get rid of Swan. Swan - fantasy game, but he caught us and holds tightly.

Don't decorate the temple, if not a year to build a new Foundation.

House for the people! The reason you build? Who is able to build you up as a chain of logical conclusions? You're reality, but you're true too. You are, and you don't. Your essence - the heterogeneity, and so you appeared, you need to create. Whoever wanting to understand the essence of the house, examines it, sees the bricks, the shingles, but finds no peace, nor comfort, nor coolness, which served brick walls and tiled roof. The bricks and the tiles - what they are able to teach, if you broke up the plan of the architect, who joined them together? Stone needs a heart and soul of a man.
Logic led us to the brick, to the tile, but didn't say anything about the soul or about the heart that brought them together and transformed into silence. The heart and soul out of logic.

The heart and soul out of logic. They do not obey mathematical laws. That is where me and my outrage. I am the architect. The heart and soul. I come and take surrounding material. All around - clay, and I start to work, subjecting her creative idea, born in to me by the Lord, not logic.

Know what gives life to love, and bandages and ointments only help. Know nothing know about the life of the one who dissect the corpse and felt the liver, heart, bones. By themselves what do they mean? What ink and paper in the book? Significant wisdom in the book, but it is outside of reality.

There was a time in my youth when I saw the festering sores of beggars, sorry for them, hired them healers, bought ointments and ointments. Caravans carried gold to me balm on the outer Islands.
But then I saw that the poor picks open sores, moistened slurry, so the gardener muck land, begging for her scarlet flower, and realized that the stench and the stench - the treasure of beggars. The poor were proud of each other his plagues, boasted revenue, and the one who received more than the others, stood in his own eyes, feeling himself the high priest in the most beautiful of kumaran. Only out of vanity came to my poor healer, anticipating how he will marvel at the abundance of their fetid ulcers. Protecting their place under the sun, they shook ulcerated stumps, care about yourself esteemed honors, gadgets - worship. But having recovered, felt unnecessary, not feeding the disease, useless, and whatever was sought to regain their ulcers. And again socas pus, smug and worthless, they lined up with bowls along the caravan roads, robbing travellers in the name of their stinking God.

Exploring the sequence, studying the differences that you know about the person? About the tree? Seed, sprout, flexible trunk, solid wood - is a tree? To understand, not members. Force, gradually merging with the sky, that tree. Like you, my child, man. God gives birth to you, raising, fattening the desires, the regrets, the joy, the bitterness, the anger, the willingness to forgive, and then returns to Its bosom. But you don't here this student and not that spouse, not the child and not the elder. Implementation - that's what you are.

But we put on people, we have no right to waste yourself on something that can be ignored, we must look into the depths of the human heart.