riddles [Theme] Page 5

Why awaken from the dream and is going into reality, you feel almost every time, and sometimes with extraordinary power of impression that you leave along with sleep is something unsolved for you? You grinning at the absurdity of your dream and feel at the same time that the interweaving of these absurdities is a thought, but the idea is valid, something belonging to your true life, something that exists and always existed in your heart; like you were told in your dream something new, prophetic, that you expect; an impression so strong, it's joyful or painful, but what is it and what was said to you - all of this you can neither understand nor remember.

No sleep, and death either.
Those who seem to die live.
And his father's house,
And other youth are far,
The old man and virgin,
Hard work and all its fruits
Doomed to disappear,
Turned into a legend.

- Where did you come from?
- 45 years ago, an Enigma gave Paradox a very special hug.

- Why I am dying?
- You are life.
- I nourish my life with the deaths of others. So what kind of life are you talking about?
- Are you talking about the lives of the victims of their victims. Isn't that right?
- But is the predator and the victim does not want to live? Aren't they equal in their right to fight for life?

Here again, majestic and free, raised high the proud head, he slowly but firm steps is in the dust of old prejudices, one grey mists of delusion, for him - the dust of the past a heavy cloud, and in front of a crowd of mysteries, impassively staring at him.
They are countless like the stars in the deep sky, and Man is no end of the road.

And just a Thought - a friend of Man, and he always inseparable, and only the flame illuminates Thoughts before him obstacles in his way, the mysteries of life, the twilight of the mysteries of nature and the dark chaos in his heart.

The little mysteries, which I sometimes read to help me achieve this goal.

I'm hard as a rock, but crumbling on the floor. I? Silence, she's silent.

How to find yourself in this world of mysteries? Where to start? The whole world is a big mystery.

My God, a woman's heart is such a mystery.

I'm afraid of you.
What?
- I can't quite understand what's going on inside you. You are a mystery. You have enough power for a couple of minutes to wrangle all those people, but now you're crying like a girl. You can simultaneously be absolutely ruthless, brave and noble. I do not understand, and therefore fear.

Portraits is the face of eternity. You look at it, it is you... Their eternal mystery stirs our soul, while we are absolutely not agitated. There is something in them that is divine and we're just mere mortals, fussy and restless, tortured by doubts, depressed with sorrows, deceived love... Their eyes looking at us with great calm nothing... We could be one of them, but they will never become anyone of us. We flowing like a river, and they are fixed, like the banks... They already know and experienced what we have to learn and to experience...

Mysticism is an invisible background visible things. It is always there! As long as there are mysteries man will to solve them is an interesting process. When everything is clear, it becomes boring.

- I can start and end the war. I can grant great power or leave without any. I can be born in a moment, but nothing can hold me. I?
- I give up.
Love.