Book: Camera Obscura



The idea that no one knows reality, though not new, but how accurate! We all look at this reality through optical instrument of perception, while in a dark room self. And no matter how transparent the lens distortion present. And we takes picture lenses for reality and are confident that it is the only truth...
"Now we see through a glass darkly, conjectural", - once wrote the Apostle Paul. And really, someone who looks at reality through the binoculars, but the image is too enlarged to the detriment of the particulars. The other binoculars in the shower turned - and, conversely, reduces the reality. The third lens coated soot, and now the reality - in dark RAID, without a single bright spot. For someone it's painted in a beautiful light. There are those at whom the lens was almost crystal, played the rainbow in the reflection, but was too fragile - and nothing now can not be disassembled, except for the cracks. And finally, there are those who have in the chest - camera obscura, and the reality is not just distorted, and reduced and inverted. They're laughing in the dark, not understanding the tragedy of a world turned upside down...
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He liked to help life caricaturise.
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The whole world was wet with tears.
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He felt her walking behind me, and was afraid of the slow step to happiness not surpassed it.
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He was one of those impressionable people who blush to tears by someone else's embarrassment.
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I had a friend, a young man, full of life, with an angel face and with muscles of a Panther, he cut himself, uncorking the bottle, and a few days later he died. There is nothing sillier than this death was impossible to imagine, but... at the same time - Yes, strange to say, but it's true: it would be less artistic, he having lived to old age... the Highlight, the point of life is sometimes in death.
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... because dreaming is an art...
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He took her umbrella and she snuggled closer to him, and on top of drumming happiness.
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If I would have said that I executed tomorrow - I still would looked at her.
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At his third visit he decided to smile at her, but it made my heart pound that he missed the beat, missed.
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All was quiet, quietly, expectantly, it seemed that the silence will not sustain and will burst out laughing.
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You can't build a life on sand misery...
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