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is connected the immeasurable tragedy of existence what man has to do with my life?

Everything we see exists. We can see it. I see my mother's eyes, but see not their own. The baby sees your hands, but can not see yourself. So is he really? Do I exist?

Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone, maybe you and will continue to exist, but cease to live.

To judge you based mainly on his everyday actions, observing his daily existence.

Life chose you but you are entitled to reject the call. What would the world be without wild grapes and autumn rains? What will be a road without dust and steel without rust? What will you do without people?
A.
We were not asked do we want to live. But only we can choose the path. Look my way, catch your wind. Let the world remain plain - you're destined to be a rock. While you have the light, you can cast a shadow. While there is sun and air, there will always be wind. And well, that he sometimes hits me in the face.
I tell you about myself - but it will be your story. You may rewrite it - perhaps this is what I want. Learn to write - leaves, and streams of mountain river. Learn to be responsible for themselves and not to ask questions of others.
I start. And you put a dot where I see fit.

Tuesday.
Nothing new. Existed.

I've got nobody else praying for the bucks, they are tired, but people do not know how to live differently, and here they are, scratching your head, make massage, cheating wife with his mistress, and a mistress with a man, they are looking for love, buying banks with vitamins, hit the gas, honk, Yes, that is the universal desperate running, they honk to let everyone know that they exist.

DJs turn our existence into a series of remixes.

Never have him in every way conjugate the verb "to do". "To be" - that's all he has left. But that's the way he defined the concept of death - "to be", that is, to exist, but outside of the movement; to plot, but not to execute; to think, to reason and to remain as alive as yesterday, but with the flesh dead, hopelessly dead.

If you don't remember, maybe you never existed.

Everything that we believe, exists.

The air is God, because without Air we do not exist.

Hell, I sometimes think that I do not live.

How such an intelligent man can doubt that our existence is more than just a flash against the background of eternity?