Book: Women in love

If humanity comes to a standstill, and wasting their strength, timeless creative force put in its place another creature, more subtle, more wonderful, some new lovely race, which will be the embodiment of the creative beginning. The game always continues. The mystery of creation is incomprehensible, there is the slightest flaw, it has no end, it is eternal. Nations come and go, species are disappearing, but in their place come new - better or the same as before, showing an exceptional miracle. This source is not subject to decomposition and inexhaustible. He has no limits. He is able to work wonders at the right moment to create completely new races and new species, a new type of consciousness, new organisms, new forms of the unity of life. Human potential - an empty sound in comparison with the mystical creative force.

Everything is possible - because death is inevitable, and everything was possible but death.

But two people, any two people from this planet, can only experience a limited amount of purely sensual experiences. And just as in the interaction of the senses, finally, comes the peak, continue to move nowhere. You can only repeat. Or two characters have to either disperse, or the will of one subject to the will of another, or appears next to death.

The greatest power has the one who acts and who gradually adapt, and not one who blindly attacked.

She was the force that defines his existence, and although she treated him with contempt, constantly repelled and rejected him, he stays with her because next to her he could feel the blood coursing through his veins as he grows up, he felt free, and knew its limitations and knew how much she could give him, as he understood why she tramples and destroys it incessantly.

- I couldn't ice-cold, eternal place without you. I wouldn't stand for it, it would have killed in me all my life.
It's so offensive to you?
If I couldn't come to you if you hadn't been there, I would have hated it. I wouldn't be able to make it.

In one lifetime, people live a era.

Why every woman considers that the aim of life is to find my husband and find a little gray house in the West? Why is it the purpose of her life? Is it supposed to be like this?

It can only exist between the different parts. But in the perfect Unity of atmosphere is only the perfect silence of bliss.

... all women are divided into wives and mistresses...

But, why do you come to me? 'pursued she.
Because that's what it should be. If this world didn't have you, I also would not be.

... much to be much nicer than having...

I don't care what is there on earth or in heaven, outside this place where we stand. And I don't care that I'm here, I care about the fact that you are here. I would sell my soul but I can't bear the thought of you not near.

You need to dissolve completely in the moment, but not in another creature.