Character: The old man. Page 1

It's foolish to lose hope...

… It's so good that we don't have to kill the sun, moon and stars. It is enough that we extort food from the sea and kill our brothers.

… I try not to borrow. First you ask for a loan, then you ask for alms ...

God bless you
And those people who are ready to turn
A lie in truth and in friends - enemies.

- To be honest, I was always struck by the characters of the magicians in fairy tales. Merlin, the fairy godmother... They weren't evil. But all the spells under a cruel ban. Why?
Fear. The authorities are afraid that can not be controlled. They simply do not allow open to those who have this gift. And all these teachings and laws are not allowed to reveal to you earlier.

- Where are we going?
The place of learning.
- What is this place?
- What do you care? You refuse to go if you do? Not whether to trust to fate and accept the inevitable? Instead of guessing at every step? You are about to learn something that is not available on this earth for almost anyone. But allow yourself to worry about where you're going to get.

Why go on, look around - here it is the land that we were looking for.

Explain to him that old people need very young. How will they be without us? How will we without them?

- Tell me what you want? Will do, everyone can!
- What do the poor want?

- You do not pay taxes!
- How? Here. For land, for water.
- And for snow?
- And for snow. That week paid.
- It's the New year? So for last year's snow! But for this one?

I am able to create in his image and likeness, but never going to create a whole world populated by miniature copies of me. For me the important Agency. And she will have my creatures for glory and trouble.

Want to teach others - you study first! Until people wise up, they will do it. And wiser you will understand..

- If you're doing what you came into this world, God will take care of you.
- Then all would have lived - I was arguing.
- People stopped believing. They ceased to hear the call of your heart. Instead, listen to those people who do not know who they are. Imagine that talent is a profession. God is the employer. If the employee is great at her job, did the employer not to pay for it?
- Supposed to pay - I agreed.
- So work. Do your job. You do what he hired you and sent here.

I live alone. Used. Feel more than comfortable. It's not right? I do not know. Maybe it's not normal for singles who live that life. And I have all happened. And the wife he loved. And women who gave me the vertical and horizontal spiritual pleasures. And periods of zero when the vertical overlap with the horizontal. Not discouraged never.
Now deep relationships not looking. Don't see any sense in this. Surface of reciprocity occur from the state of the soul. I often grim and unsociable, but sometimes I get fun and, at times, I'm happy so much that roam the streets with a blossoming face, just a crazy city. Shunned publicity, because publicity is always fraught with vagueness judgments. Who knows me a little bit, I heard about that more than anything I don't like the genre of serial vulgarity, where the devil is not the devil, but only a pathetic clown on the payroll from the master. And a passion - bubbles. I can not tolerate sentimentality. Dribbling painful episode I cauterized once and for all with one thought: "I do Not want to let your soul corroding a drink of undeveloped passions. The tears are different. I'm ready to kneel before you with tears of repentance, or the thrill of the meaninglessness of existence, but will never accept household tearfulness - sentimental relationship to other roles of another movie." In other words, gray crotch can not bear. Although living in the midst of it.