oblivion [Theme] Page 1

Good intentions are the path to light, while egoism, on the contrary, is a portal to nothingness.

- The next time we meet, you and your companions the time.
- You will open its secrets?
- I have no secrets.
- So you know nothing?
- I have no knowledge.

To understand means to take care of what is and what is not, about being and nothingness. And the only way to realize the nothingness (what is not) is to think about what could be. It is impossible to think of nothingness. We try to imagine it, but it ends with a representation of something that we know (or think) does not exist. But, of course, it is no longer non-existent, once we thought about it. It exists at least in our imagination, and in fact is the cradle of all human creations. And when we think about what yet, but that could be, we think about what you want to realize. Our thoughts are inevitably confronted what is, with what we wish, and soon we imagine, what we could be and thus embark on a path of searching God. This God above God. I believe that God coincides with the deepest aspirations of the human being to its own being.

- Our sign is removed. Go back to oblivion.
- Who's next?
- All.

- You fell into the void... just like last time...
This is what is called death of the ego. The shortage itself. Oblivion. Leaving in the past add-ons. Thrones, resentment, power, old temptations. Leave the past neglect. The repetition of the old, waiting for the new. Leaving anger in the past. So much anger. But then when it's all gone...
- I'm back.

... called Irina Sergeevna and invited guests. I bought a dry wine in packages, lots of fruit. To cook I don't like. Learned something the circumstances forced. Cost small. Do not eat meat, some fish, vegetables, fruit. When accustom themselves to a small amount of food, the body quickly becomes saturated. At times, the Breakfast is enough hard-boiled eggs and strong tea with breads.
Irina guest welcome. I call it psihologiey. That is not just an impersonal professional and a woman. Or female therapist. It would be more correct. Because there is still a woman. In the full sense of the word.
Long - forgotten morning when you Wake up not alone. Pleasantly weary. In the stream of bachelor of idleness physical intimacy is akin to a little adventure. At the age of fifty you can be inside and outside of psychophysical enjoyment. Lost the rapidity and automaticity, there is a spicy reasonable. And humor. And irony. And enjoying long outdoor experiences. The body has its own memory.
- You can relax and nothing to think? - asked Irina after a morning promenade in bed. - Close your eyes, relax, put your hand on the solar plexus. Don't think about anything.
- Relax, - I smile. - Put your hand on the solar plexus. Think about what thinking about nothing.
- You can not do anything not to think?
I do not know. I don't think about anything in the moment of physical ecstasy. Thinks my body is. Brains do not think. Now I'm relaxed, but not can't think. Sink into oblivion, but I understand that I am sinking. If you erase the "I", something happens. And why is that? What kind of Zen Buddhist thing?
- Don't be afraid. You're not a Guinea pig. I want to reach out to your stubbornness. After all, you're a little despise modern psychologists?
What do you mean? I won't despise. First, the donation is disgusting in itself. And secondly, am I really blind? I think I sometimes don't see ourselves as if from the outside? Just the tail yet. Horns and hoofs strikes.
......
- Understand how people have problems? You know? - gently and persistently formulates questions psychologist, fingering them gently as the cat kneaded shawl. At the same claws to open legs wide open. - If you could only imagine the healing power of training. If I could. Where are the problems? You never thought that? Where a person has problems? In individual. From social unity. A group of people. Where?
- Where? - I smile, looking at her naked body. - All the problems here. Isn't it? From sunshiiine...... - My hand opens, fingers caterpillar gently shuffling from her solar plexus down korogaru. - Women are born boys become men, politicians, rulers, dictators, tyrants, nasty men. They are nothing but trouble. So to blame women who gave birth to these men....
(Psychologist and a psychopath)

Life is a drama, and who it is not fit-falls into oblivion.

All questions, as many as there are the issues of life, Makalaure. Even your song you created in the images of being, because imagine oblivion as it is, or rather - the way it not - and you don't.

You may be the Sultan, the end - oblivion.
Let them instill fear, the end, oblivion,
Let your ring is more valuable than the treasures of Suleiman,
You will turn to dust. The end - oblivion.

He wanted to be alone, cut off even from the shadows, to take in atomnoe oblivion.

Dead zero is a special enchanted zero, to which nothing can be added. On any conditions. Never. The quintessence of nothingness.

Welcome to nowhere fast.
Nothing here ever lasts.
Nothing but memories
Of what never was.
Welcome to "nowhere".
Nothing here lasts long.
Nothing but memories
About what never was.

The reality is in our hands. It will not sink into oblivion. Will not be clouded and will not escape. Despite the fact that the world is full of vague hopes and deep despair, sometimes like hell.

In the end I started to guess vaguely, that no matter how much I happened to see death, no matter how many people are on the verge of it, pass before my eyes, I will never be able to catch the death, its exact moment. One of two things: either the person is already dead, and realize there is nothing more, or not, and in this case, even if the muzzle of the gun to the back of the head or around the neck, tighten the noose, the possibility that I'm the only one in the world, the living entity, can suddenly disappear, is pure, unfathomable abstraction, absurd.