Book: When I was a real

If you don't want to repeat [negative] events, they should be aware of.

... every great cause is a question of organization. Not genius, not of inspiration or imagination, not skill or cunning, and organization. If the construction of pyramids, whether landing a spacecraft on Jupiter, capture if entire continents or a picture of biblical scenes on the roofs of the chapels, all in the organization.

Guns is not just props of the story, its characters; they are the story itself, they roll in their reels one future after another and blew their vietnow of the present, cast aside the empty shells of the past.

Too many people take for granted.

Leaning on the railing, I watched as one of these doors appear passengers. That was interesting. Some of the arriving passengers looked around at the faces waiting in search of relatives, but the majority has not been met. These came out, depicting on the face of something designed for the assembled crowd, some expression given to the face for a second before before them opened the door. Some have tried to show that in a hurry, as if where they are urgently waiting for, saying that they are so important that it requires their constant presence. Others seemed carefree, innocent and happy, as if not knowing, that they sent fifty or sixty pairs of eyes on them alone, even if only for a few seconds. That, of course, was not - I mean, how could they not know. Strip between the railings and the doors looked like on the catwalk, where models play different roles, take different forms. Leaning on the railing, I watched the parade: one character after the other, until stiff, conditional, fake.

I began to think about what I was the least artificial, the least used. Definitely not in my childhood - that was the worst time. Constantly play the role to imitate others, looking at what they are doing, and imitate the bad.

The brain - thing is flexible and insidious. Ready for any adventure.