Book: Wonderland without brakes and end of the world. Page 4

- Choose the senses of the words is not easy, - I smiled. - All we feel. Only few people manage to say.

I kept losing things, people, feelings, memories. Figuratively speaking, my life is reminiscent of a long coat with a hopelessly leaky pockets. What needle and thread no pick - darn useless. Sit, think, how else to get out, and someone will turn up to your window and shout: "Your life is a complete zero!" And even argue he had nothing.
Still, if I could start all over again, probably my life would not differ from the present. Because I, along with his Dating life is me and no one else. And besides, I go nowhere else. Let someone hang me, and someone will throw myself; let my wonderful feelings, dignity, dreams die again, finding no use - I still can't be anybody but yourself.

Thinking about the time he had a headache. After all the Time - awful abstract category. Try to Express it some material objects - and immediately not understand what they belong more: time or all of the material world.

The main problem is that you present, and what is not. You say, in this city there is no dispute or hard feelings, or passions? Wonderful! Give me good health and I applaud these hands. But think about it: if there are no disputes, grievances, and passions - so there is no reverse. Joy, bliss, love. After all, just because there's desperation, disappointment and sadness, the light comes Joy. Where you go - you'll never find a delight without despair. This is the Present... And then there's Love. What's with the girl from the Library? Maybe you really do love her, but this feeling comes to nothing. Because it is devoid of its Present. The man who forgot who he really was not human, he is a walking Mirage. What is the meaning of to tame such a man? And for what to live like that indefinitely?

No one needs to sense, and is not going to anything to come. We are all here swarm your perfect pit. Aimless movement. Fruitless efforts. Leading nowhere steps. Great, don't you think? No one offends and no one is offended. No overtaking and no overtaking. Nobody wins or loses.

Not a soul unaware that I procitala all night in those damn catacombs. No one knows what it means to swim in the ice ink with a hole in the abdomen and abrasions from the leeches. Anyone not think that I have left in this world twenty-eight hours and forty two minutes. The news not shown on TV.

Any army needs some kind of banner...

Whatever you say, and even brilliant scientists grow old and die like everyone else.

For human thought is no concept of Time. This is the main difference of thoughts from dreams. The thought can in an instant to cover everything. Even through Eternity. Placed in a closed circuit, it can run forever. On it and Thought. It is not terminated like a dream. The human mind is infinite, as the record on the toothpick.

Everyone is different, everyone a unique individual. But what is the self? Autonomous system of thought, built on personal experience. Simply put, our precious "me". The only and no similar... However, we by this system of thought control. Neither me nor you. We control - or rather, I think that control - no more than one-fifteenth, if not the twentieth of the share in everything that happens in our head. This is even the tip of the iceberg will not name.

Whisky is a drink which first examines. And only when tired, a SIP. As well as beautiful women.

And flooded the silence from which whined in his ears. Absolute silence in the perfect dark. More terrible than any of the worst sound in the world. For the sound, no matter how unpleasant it may be, we can somehow relate. But the silence is zero. Great "mu", which is around us and anything other than a lack of anything.

- Trust, she said. You'll be fine. Even if really bad is ever going to end. Nothing's forever.

And now all alone?
- Well you, - I replied. In this world it is impossible to remain completely alone. There is always something people have in common with others. When it rains, when the birds sing. When a man cut the stomach, or when he is kissing girls in the dark.
But then it turns out that nothing exists without love, she said. - A world without love is like the wind outside the window. Or touch him or breathe. And no matter how much sleep with anyone or for money - it's all real. You're really still no one to hug.