I always talk to overly friendly drunk, thereby preventing in advance and depriving the Foundation of the classic question of the Russian poet-drunks.
However, like most Russian poets, drunks, my friend was
a Jew.
There are moments when the pain is to strong that you cannot breathe. Nature has devised a cunning mechanism and repeatedly tested it. You gasp, instinctively trying to cope with choking and for a moment forget about the pain. Then fear the return of suffocation and due to this unable to get over the grief. There, near the grave, I couldn't breathe. There it happened to me for the first time.
Did you know that silent cry is exactly the same as people who hear normally and speak. They make absolutely the same sounds. Must be crying caused by the suffering or joy, was the first thing developed people. Before learned to speak.
Not able to hear the real world, she had imagined how can be the sound of falling from the kitchen faucet drops, laughter or crying child, a sigh when she kisses me. Your descriptions, it creates a completely different world. Much more beautiful.
She bought a turntable and records so I could be with her to listen to music.
Can you imagine? She bought me the record that never could hear, and begged me to tell her the music. It was supposed to be the same as with any woman, which is all right with hearing.
Religions are not born from scratch. They grow from one another. Modern beliefs are a kind of collage... which incorporates all the attempts of mankind grasp the essence of the divine.
Our planet is an organism and each of us is a cell with only her inherent functions. And at the same time, we are all mutually connected. We serve each other, and at the same time we serve the whole.
Faith is a universal phenomenon. But the methods of its cognition to which we pribegaet, entirely dependent on our choice. Some prayed to Jesus, others go to Mecca, and still others study the behavior elementarnyh particles. In the end we all are searching for the truth, much grander than we are.
Religion is like language or manner of dress. We always gravitate towards what grew. But in the end we all claim the same thing. We say that in life there is a hidden meaning, and we are grateful to the force that created us.
