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Nothing should be loud except laughter.

But it blooms forever.

- Only light conquers darkness, only light and nothing else.

As you become richer, do not become attached to wealth, realizing that in fact you cannot become its permanent owner: nothing in the world can be completely owned. Understand that you only temporarily own your property.

Nothing is more annoying than your own stupidity and selfishness.

Nothing convinces more than a collective illusion.

But everything in this life is subject to doubt!

Nothing prevents you from winning like changing the rules during the game.

Whatever I now imagine in my head, nothing touches me. So what is it? Indifference or despair?

If an infinite space filled with eternal self-organizing matter is possible, then a situation arises that there is some kind of intelligent world that does not know its beginning, which is contradictory. Therefore, eternal self-organizing matter is impossible. Such matter must have a beginning, if there was another matter before it, then without such a property, and also not infinite in space. At some point, this primitive matter by itself accidentally acquired a property capable of giving rise to super-complex bizarre phenomena over time. This moment can be considered the beginning of time and the universe, and before it - the era of Nothing.

For which, quite recently, they cursed and loudly condemned.

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. It was in the beginning with God. Everything came into being through Him, and without Him nothing came into being that came into being.

As if He were the one who speaks beautiful words at the moment when you want to fall on your knees in this peace. Then He might whisper in your ear, “You're fine. You have always been good to me. All your pieces, all the pieces are in place. Nothing you lost was wasted. You did not lose anything along the way that could not be renewed, restored, redone. You are whole. Stop looking for reasons not to be."

I think that's why I was initially so attracted to this idea - to write and leave letters. All this, again, comes back to presence. To the fact that nothing causes such an amazing feeling as knowing that someone, somewhere, is thinking about you. Even if it's just a scrap of note paper left on the train for a stranger to find. In a world that tugs at you, requiring you to look in a thousand different directions at the same time, it's nice to know that someone says: "Hey, I see you!"