Book: Time regained

Any person that causes us to suffer can be classified us to the deity, he fragmented the reflection and the last link; the deity (Idea), the contemplation of which fills us with joy instead of sorrow we felt once. The art of living is to perceive people that causes us to suffer, only as steps, allowing to reach their divine image, and joyously to people our life with divinities.

The work of the artist - to try to see beyond matter, beyond experience, beyond words is something else - work, completely opposite to that which is made alive in us every moment when we, like betraying themselves, are at the mercy of self-love, of passion, of reason and habits that clutter, and eventually hide most of our true feelings under a pile of all kinds of terminology, practical goals that we falsely call life. In essence, it is a complex art - the only art alive.

How many times throughout my life reality had disappointed me because at the moment when I perceived it, the imagination being my only sense of beauty, could not relate to her in virtue of an immutable law, which States that it is impossible to imagine something that does not exist.

In reality, every reader reads first and foremost himself. And works of the writer - nothing more than an optical device, handed them to the reader, allowing the latter to distinguish in himself what without this book he probably couldn't see.

People, by nature endowed with the ability to feel but devoid of the imagination, yet could write amazing novels. The suffering caused him by other people, his attempts to prevent them, the clash between his and others ' violent nature - all this is analyzed with the help of reason, could become material for a book as beautiful as if she was from the beginning to the end of an imaginary represented in the imagination, as unexpected to himself, equally as random as the fancy might fancy.

Wherever there is life walled us into a brick wall, the mind cuts through the window, because, if there is no cure for unrequited love, you can still get rid of suffering, merely drawing conclusions from its lessons. The mind does not know despair.