ambiguity [Theme]

They don't hate me for who I am, but for who they are - because they've gone astray and I haven't. The chronicles of our enemies call us all traitors, but I did not change sides. I have always been exactly where I am now, aware of myself and the universe that created me. Every breath I took was a lie to everyone but myself. In a way, this is a purity that no one else in this grand army of renegades can boast of.

I moved up the long bridge, flanked on both sides by shattered life-sized statues. The farther I went, the more clearly I saw how majestic this place must once have been. An octagonal temple city of extraordinary size and complexity. In Colchis, we had cathedrals and larger ones, but none of them created with such an understanding of the relationship between the real and the unreal. I immediately realized that these long-dead architects knew what they were doing. They knew the sacred degrees and proportions. They knew where to place watchtowers and belfries to catch the red light of the passing ancient sun of Davin and cast shadows that looked like teeth and horns and crooked claws at the edge of their vision.

- Anyhow.

- Want? she said, licking her lips, and after waiting just long enough for the ambiguity to reach him, she handed him a glass.

Perhaps we are able to know complex ideas well by means of a definition that is nothing more than a list of parts, or simple ideas from which complex ones are composed. But when we bring our definitions to the simplest ideas and still find some ambiguity and darkness in them, what means will remain at our disposal?

Because of this, ambiguity gradually creeps into our reasoning: we easily mistake similar objects for identical ones, and the conclusion in the end deviates greatly from the premises.

The main obstacle to our success in the moral or metaphysical sciences is the darkness of ideas and the ambiguity of terms.

You never occur to you that nearly all tales have two meanings? The art of living is to follow that which is pleasant...

You know, Michael, if I may take off my acting pants for a moment and pull my analrapist stocking over my head, George Michael has been acting strange lately.
You know, Michael, let me lower your pants actor and put on the head stocking crazy-anal-of lysator, George Michael lately is behaving oddly.

Live, but only in a dream,
Want to prolong his life,
Your gut persecution
Under the feelings of De zhavyu!
There is a parallel, and we
Don't know how we should be,
Alternative branch,
Intended, mind you!
And, I guess,
That life sometimes lag-AET
And have spirit in the body,
Universal tunnels.
She's on secret paths,
Causes the brain to basics.
Metaphors are different,
But not to catch.
And spirit, stuck in a cage
In time loop
Tossing on the grid
Neurons, as in the darkness!!!

- I don't see where he went?
- You jumped! Your ass is tearing! Included in the back!.. Everything he's in!..
- Do you hear yourself?
Is a natural ambiguity!

We are in the beginning Dmitry Medvedev have agreed that we will not speak about the bad, but better to do.

Be ambiguous and give the man the option of choice.

When ambiguity loses one of its values, it loses all meaning.