Author of quotes: Teymur Daimi

Time is a perfectionist sculptor.
It patiently and slowly sculpts, carving out your face throughout your life, until it achieves absolute perfection that will be reflected on your face a few seconds before your last breath.
Yes, of course, most of us, looking at photos of loved ones, relatives ... prefer pictures taken in their youth when they are "beautiful". But beauty is not there...

At the same time, it does not matter what their colleagues in the professional workshop think and HOW do their colleagues in the professional field relate to the work of these figures, whether they recognize the innovativeness of meta-artists or not.

If a person is intellectually honest with himself, then going down the "ladder" to the hopeless depths of his "anxious presence", he is not able to experience anything but chilling horror. Another thing is that later, he can, by a faint-hearted cowardice, "it" chat, troll, subject to irony, but all this later. Horror is primary.

absence. But it turns out it is completely unobvious for the dreamers-developers of a strong version of Artificial Intelligence, who believe in the feasibility of this project. Either these developers are immortal creatures, or they themselves are already walking offspring of Artificial Intelligence, who are engaged in algorithmic modification of themselves in order to turn (each in itself) into a strong version of the latter.

For a creative person, there is nothing more valuable than leisure, when you can be irresponsibly lazy and live "just like that". And the result of this brilliant "lazy" life may well be some masterpieces, what is there. But this is not even necessary in a situation where Life itself magically manifests itself through you - your breath, silence, thought, imagination, dreams... Isn't that a masterpiece in itself?

The success of the optimization of society lies in the path of ever-increasing restrictions on all kinds of freedoms and capabilities of each person. The absolutely optimal society is a cognitive field dotted with moving corpses.

To fall in love with a person, that is, to SEE him for the first time in his UNIQUE light, is possible ... only by isolating him from the formless sticky mass of humanity.