Book: Fantastic night

My heart was so full that I physically suffered from it, panting, pressing his hand to his chest to relieve the excruciating pain.

At that moment I first truly realized how far in I moved the process of ossification: I glided through life, like a fast current mirror the water, never stopping, not letting the roots, and knew very well that this cold is something of the dead man's body - though still without the putrid smell of decay, but this spiritual rigor, the terrible, icy numbness, as if already anticipated true, visible death.

Friends left me, women came and went - I felt it almost as much as the person sitting in the room, feel the rain banging on the window. Between me and the outside world was some kind of glass barrier, and break it with willpower, I lacked the courage.

Since I began to understand myself, I understand much more.

I believe that truly lives only one who lives a mystery of their own destiny.

Oh, how easy, I felt, to bring joy and to rejoice in this joy: it is only necessary to open, and already flowing from person to person, a live stream, cascading from high to low, and foaming, rises again from the depths to infinity.

Who once found himself nothing in this world can not lose. And once they've understood the human in himself he understands all people.