Book: The sacred book of the werewolf. Page 8

When I see an expensive boutique, the girl with the Chevalier, who buys her a brooch worth a small plane, every time I am convinced that the human females creating mirages are better than us. And maybe better. It is necessary to give made of meat machine for the reproduction of a lovely spring flower, worthy of the precious frames - and maintain this illusion of not minutes but years and decades, and all this without any hostapility. This must be able.

The cause of the delusion of living beings that they think about can be discarded, and the truth can be understood. But when you suffer yourself, false becomes true, and there is no other truth that needs to understand then.

I can't read minds. And nobody can, because there is nothing like the printed text, no one in there. And the ongoing mental ripples, which takes place in the mind, few are able to notice, even in myself. So read the thoughts of others is to read it through muddy water with a pitchfork in the hand of a madman. Here I mean not the technical difficulty, but the practical value of this procedure.

It happens, nothing to hide - loads of a man, and it becomes easier on soul. Why? After all, nothing changes - neither in your life nor in another. Mystery. Nothing, let them think about the main thing, that it never hurts.

How interesting, I thought, all to no end to talk about progress. But what is it? That the oldest profession acquire electronic interface, that's all. The nature of the ongoing progress does not change.

One of my friends said that evil in our lives can only win money. It's an interesting observation, while not perfect from a metaphysical point of view: it should not lead to the victory over evil, and the possibility of temporarily pay him off. But without money evil wins in the next two or three days, it is a proven fact.

Sizes things should be proportional to the space they occupy in life.

An economy based on brokerage gives rise to culture, prefer to sell by other images instead of creating new ones.

from a human point of view inside us at any moment identical with the external one hundred percent. Another thing is that it is not identical with the present, but who will understand? Most people have this at all, but only it is external and internal, two sides of the same coin as a person truly believes, somewhere really laid to his account.

I was even ready to believe that I have a soul - so dreary it was.

Through the joy of experience shines through unbearable understanding that our world is a huge ski shop, standing in the middle of the Sahara: need to buy not only skiing, but the snow simulator.