oblivion [Theme] Page 2

In memory of the powerful of this world - sultans, viziers and nobles - grandiose monuments are erected. When an ordinary person dies, his memory lives on in the hearts and prayers of his relatives and friends. All people, regardless of rank and class, leaving this world, leave at least something in it, reminiscent of their stay on earth. But animals are deprived of such consolation. They serve people with faith and truth, fight for their masters on the battlefield, putting themselves in danger, but after death they will be completely forgotten.

awaits you after death!

Do not forget, do not fight back.

When you get drink, you forget about thirst.

Perhaps it is really easier to forget, but you cannot forget. You have to force yourself to remember.

It is said in vain that time heals - in fact it is wasted; sooner or later, time still wins - as a strong drug that heals the mind, but corrodes the insides. No one has yet healed time, it is accepted to forget.

“You cannot defeat us and frighten us — you no longer exist for us. We will forget you, Queen Mab, go to your sister in the lake and dwell there in oblivion.

The past is like a dream ... Isn't a dream a real one? Isn't this a dream - yesterday's spring forest with blue on the ground? Well: blue dreams are divinely healing medicine, albeit temporary. Temporary, of course. For even if the writers preached only blue dreams, moving away from the gray color, then humanity would cease to worry about the future, accepting the present as eternal and future. The destiny of doom in time consists in the fact that the present should become only the past. It is not in the power of man to order: "The sun, stop!" Time is unstoppable, unstoppable and inexorable. Everything is in time and movement. And the one who seeks only stable peace is already in the past, whether he is a young guardian of himself or an elderly person - age does not matter. Blue has its own sound, it sounds like peace, oblivion, but only temporary, just for relaxation, such minutes should never be missed.

It's over, the names are erased.

It's time for us to forget each other.

You're a bitter drunk under the roof of a tavern,
Whose thirst only grows from every sip
And multiplies his heads, like the hydra of Lerna.
- But happy drunkard, he will be struck by wine.
To thee, Hatred, O sorrow, is not given
Forget under the table in the corner of a remote tavern.

Quote in English

That's why he lost his mind.

His final act as the new Adam was the throwing of the Apple of Knowledge into the blue depths of the sea.

Modern man is afraid of oblivion, as his pious ancestor once feared hell.