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Conversations rarely
have integrity, crumble, ice
on phrase. Rusty trigger
a misfire at the temple will produce
not performing its purpose,
extending my empty existence.
Don't like... But I apologize
at all. Just in case. And for all.

Tony, he said, and it was the same Tony that I wanted to hear. Quiet, terribly intimate. With a shiver, but not scared, and that look like it came from the Nightingale's throbbing neck. In a tone that had made him complete, self-sufficient and self-sufficient. And I was whole again.

After all, they want the whole and not halves.

Only defective thinking about superiority. Real people, genuine people - not the first and not the last, it just is unique and not above it, not below it.

Life is a thing integral, and luck also; neither the one nor the other part does not understand.

The body is crippled, but I'm not crippled. I, that is, the spirit remains intact.

Judge for yourself. Here is my finger, so sensitive and so sensitive, has such subtle and varied skills, this sturdy, strong, able to bend and straighten with the help of a clever system of levers - muscles - that my finger is not me. Cut him off. I'm alive.

Once when I was a grey, rainy day, a boy named Pat could not find a place and was snooping around his father, preventing the latter to prepare for the report.
When his father's patience came to an end, he pulled one from the pile of old magazines, pulled out of his big colourful sheet with the world map, tore it into many small pieces and handed them to his son with glory: "Pat, get of these pieces again map and I'll give you money for ice cream".
It seemed that even for an adult, this will work for more than 5 minutes, especially for a small Pat. What a surprise it was the father when the son knocked at his room with the completed task in 10 minutes.
- As you managed so quickly to cope with the task?-the father asked.
- It was not quite difficult, ' replied Pat.
"Just on the other side of the map, there was a large picture of a person. I just flipped all the pieces with a map on the contrary, gathered the image of a man, and turning again the leaf was correctly assembled map of the world. I thought that if the person is right, then the world will be right."
Father smiled and gave his son money for ice cream.
"If the person is right, then the world will be right," mused the father, realizing that the title of the report he clearly has.

- What would you prefer: two whole apples or four halves? asked Euclid.
- Of course, four halves, he replied.
- Why, because it is one and the same?
- Not at all. Choosing two whole apples, as I know, wormy or not?

Details break the integrity of the experience.

We are all devoid of integrity and is cut out of separate pieces, each of which at any given moment plays a role. So diverse and colorful, our internal structure, that at different moments we are no less different from themselves than from others.

We are all people, so to speak. We have in common, no matter where someone grew up and who he is in life. And this is a General above all else.

When you're desperate, it's hard to stay safe.

I guess that the person that collects itself in parts, difficult to be with those who are and has an internal integrity.