Book: Seksus. Page 2

The people, who creates life, the people that were in themselves life, eat a little, sleep a little and property they have little or not at all.

Life is something, what the philosophers wrote books that nobody reads.

Most of them had as small a talent for medicine as a politician to the skillful management of the state.

When the pain goes, life seems great, even without money, without friends, without grandiose plans. Only you can breathe easily, walk yourself there without any spasms and convulsions. And the swans are beautiful in the extreme. And the trees, too. And even cars. Life rolls by on roller skates. The earth is full of wonders and unearths the new magnetic field in space.

We were born in a certain environment, it chose for us, we adopted: we can do something to fix here and there, as in a leaky boat, but to alter nothing, just no time, you need to get to the Marina or to imagine that you got to her, and it is impossible to reach - the boat will sink before, that's for sure...

The law has no relationship to human needs, it is just a Scam syndicate parasites: could you please find the code desired location and fuck with a loud voice. It looks like gibberish, if you are of sound mind. This is nonsense and is, by golly, I understand! But after all the trouble, since I started to doubt the law, I have to doubt many other things.

The funny thing in all these utopias of government change that you always promise to make you free, but first things first seek to force you to tick as a clock with an eight-ten-factory. They offer personality to become a slave for the sake of establishing freedom for all mankind.

To live a normal life in the current environment, intellectual ability is not needed. We are all so well arranged that everything you bring in on a platter. The only thing you need to be able to do some little thing well enough; you are United in an Alliance, you are doing some job and when it comes time to receive a pension. And whether you have aesthetic inclinations, you will not be able to withstand this senseless regime from year to year. Art makes you restless, unsatisfied person.

The most daring talent in the field of painting takes less time for universal acceptance than the writer of the same scale. A maximum of thirty or forty years - and the violent revolutionary, the artist is digested by the consumer; to the writer this requires sometimes centuries.

People think that once they know how to read and write, you will be able to distinguish a good book from a bad one.

Your friends think you have an accurate idea of your ability, and when you try to do something outside of the limits of these possibilities, the least count on the approval of friends.

Adult says, to be cleansed of the poison that had accumulated in it for years unjust life. He is trying to regain its purity, and seeking only what the world instills virus disillusion. No one will write another word, if he have the courage to believe that he is living in the right world and lives as, in his opinion, should live.

Complete and unconditional surrender to the woman he loved, breaks off all ties, free from all chains, there is only one fear of losing her, and this may be the most serious chain of all.

Anyone who seeks to rise above the everyday flickering makes this not only in the hope to broaden and deepen your life experience, but just to start living.