mnogolika [Theme]

Art is not one-dimensional blind imprint of our filth in which we exist.

When the voice of truth rises from the minarets,
The Buddha smiles
And scattered the links of the historical chain connects again.
When the voice of truth rises from the minarets,
The Buddha smiles,
And the broken chain of history reconnects.

The most difficult thing in the world, is to be a good thinker without being a rigorous critic himself; and checked the source - in conversation with himself.

It happens that people just think of a million different things.

Got up early. Many, many thoughts, but all scattered. Well, do not. Pray: help me. And can't do not to want, not to wait for a happy death.

Who thinks about everything at once, not really thinking about anything and only occasionally gets to the truth.

The curse of megasnake - often indecision.

If only I could stop thinking I would be easier. Ideas - this particularly dreary... They are worse than the flesh. Stretch, stretch without end, leaving a strange aftertaste.

... sometimes a lot of thinking - only gyrus confused...

Don't go crazy if we change variegated
Invented causes, spaces, times...

Experience shows that the best solutions just emerge from the clutter of thoughts, not too informed guesswork and even obviously incorrect conclusions.

Who thinks a lot, he says little, trying to cram many thoughts into few words.

... In memory pounded thousands of necessary and unnecessary information, but for the most part, these vile creatures turned back to me, and it is impossible to understand which of them to pull the shoulder...

My dependence on climatic conditions will never allow me to accept the sufficiency of the will. Meteorology determines the mood of my thoughts.