the owner [Theme] Page 1

Forgetting the ancestor himself.

Wherever you go, whatever you think about, whatever you do, this is your real life and you are the master in it.

In the cinema, it is not clear who is the host and who is the guest. The production side of the movie is absolutely unbearable. I am absolutely convinced that film directing is a male profession. To combine the gift of creativity and organization is an impossible thing. Even the latest hack is difficult to remove.

And finally, I am Pagan Min.

Chatting about love and the local suitors.

Sometimes even a small pleasure to be late for an hour or two was enough to remember: he is his own master, the hours of his life (and what could be more precious?) belong to him alone.

Like pathetic dogs for the owner.

- You can take away what you own, but you are not my master.

I am the crime, I am the punishment. Crime and punishment are one, the border between them disappears ... the personification of death ... The owner of the fog devouring gifts ... This is pure instinct ... Rip and swords, devour, howl and roar ... This is not a loss of control or a singularity. .. The dragon personifies the chaos inherent in all gifts ... This is their true appearance!

At that moment I understood a line from a Christian book that lay on the bedside table in my cell: "Let your light shine before people." I found out what my light is when I stuck the first needle into the genie. I'm lucky, but not everyone is so lucky - most have to work hard to discover their light.

There are three worlds. The visible world, the invisible world and the world of the One who is the master of everything. The invisible world can help you if the Creator guides you.

Man is the master of his own vices and a slave at the same time!

Peredonov tied the cat on a rope - he made a collar out of a handkerchief - and took him to the barber shop. The cat meowed wildly, tossed, resisted, sometimes in desperation he rushed at Peredonov, but Peredonov pushed him away with a stick. The boys were running in a crowd from behind, gurgling, laughing. Passersby stopped. They looked out of the windows at the noise. Peredonov sullenly pulled the cat by the rope, not embarrassed by anything. He brought it back and told the barber: "Master, shave the cat, and be nice." The barber was offended, blushed. He said in a trembling voice: "Excuse me, sir, we don't do this kind of business. And I didn't even have to see shaved cats. This must be the latest fashion, it hasn't reached us yet.

Your target is your master. Just try to see how the goals become your masters. And it is these owners who order us to go to them and not listen to ourselves. At that moment, when inside there is a substitution of the word "want" for the word "must", the goal begins to control a person's life.