Character: Miranda Gray

I would not be able to heal him. Because of his illness - I.

We all create our own reality in some way.

If short circuit: the light went out. And I'm here in the dark enlightenment. The truth black. People don't admit it. Too busy: rowing and rowing for themselves. Once notice that is short-circuited and the lights went out. I do not see the darkness and the spider face the network, don't feel like sticky web. She always and everywhere, is just a little to scrape a thin layer of happiness and goodness.

It's sick, morbid desire to look into yourself. Pathology of some.

The poor doll. Naive, ridiculous, unnecessary, but proud.

In these waking dreams of life with him first, all full of tenderness and prudence, but I know really it can't be so. Have a passion and a fury. Jealousy. Despair. Bitterness. Something in me will die. In it, too.

That is, I want to say that he just hates all unusual and all who are not like him. He is also selfish, but his selfishness is a dishonest: Candidate believes that all guilty as he lives, and that gives him the right in good conscience to care only about himself.

He knows that great works of art - great, but "great" means locked away in museums and talk about it only for show.

Violence, use of force is wrong. If I use violence I descend to his level. This means that I no longer believe in the power of reason, compassion and humanity. What I can do to help the unfortunate only because it flatters my vanity, is not true compassion.

Trying to explain why abandon their own principles (from the omission of violence). I do not refuse. Only see, sometimes you have to break them just to survive. Pointless to trust to luck, Providence, or to believe that God will be merciful to you. You need to act herself, to fight for his life.

... I feel, know that God does not intervene. Allows us to suffer. If I pray about freedom, you can be easier just because you pray, or because circumstances being what they are: bring freedom. But God does not hear. Can't. There is nothing human in It - no hearing, no vision, no pity or desire to help. I think maybe God created the world and the basic laws of evolution of matter. But He can't take care of all of us. He had it all planned: some people are joyful, others are sad, some of them are lucky, others may not. Who is sad, who is happy - He doesn't know, and not interested.

After all, brawling, shouting at someone means that there is still some contact.

Full of hope. What I do not know. And yet- I hope.

...and we pretended that we do not care, and hurried away. But it was real brutality, their lust for violence and our fear of him.