Book: Habuda: laughter, awakening, freedom

Someone: How do you feel about the Scriptures of Buddhism?
Habuda: sifflet. For us, an inveterate of solipsists, it is sweeter than identity with itself.

Someone: You like big cities?
Habuda: Oh, Yes. Cheers here is my joy of the concentration of energy wasted on achieving imaginary goals.

One: What is creativity?
Habuda: You call creativity is a new combination of old puzzles. The first step in the work - create their existence and their game.

One, Is that true?
Habuda: Oh Yes, yesterday really.

"The great master said Habuda, visiting the concert of the famous preacher. - Learn. For centuries sell water by the river".

Reality - simulation constructed by your brain. Brain so reliably and quickly calculates that it will not fall apart, and we do not perceive her as a model.

The crowd my mind.

Someone: What is Nirvana?
Habuda: This is the word which feeds the monks, it is a song that fascinates tired, it's a light to which the moths flock. In General, Nirvana is a celebration of resurrected myths.

The words are worn. The images of dilapidated. The measure of truth - group ignorance.

I'm tired of haunting the veracity of exalted ladies. They are more willing to defend those beliefs, which do not live. Uncontrollable desire to tell everyone his truth - mania.

One: When artificial intelligence like human?
Habuda: When you realize that your intelligence is artificial.

Surrender to chance - a sort of self-discovery. A person who constantly asks for the blessing of the lot for all their deeds in the end will behave like God.

Compassion worthy priests. They have not seen or heard their God. They are tired of waiting for him. And their fatigue they call faith. How many in their eyes and the words of fatigue. And they do not want to accept that there is no place in the universe where there is no God.

In the ongoing pursuit of small benefits the mind shallow.