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But the raging waves are colder...

In psychotic disorder, we know that people become clones of each other. There is even a famous study on the physiological level of women. Women who are placed in the same room synchronize their menstrual cycles over time. Almost everyone started their period on the same day.

Here you go - simple music. Not even an abuser.

He even decides what you will think about and when. You have given up complete control to the abuser in a shared fantasy. He only reinforced these processes in you through training. These trainings have turned you into a machine, a device that the abuser uses.

Gloomy thoughts about life.

The revolution raises such waves on the sea, causing such a hurricane that algae from the bottom also rises to the surface and clog our port.

The soul was worried, but the mind was silent!

To lighten the burden.

Summer is always about the best, about us, about scarlet dawns. Summer is always about life, which is not enough to breathe.

May is tenderness, hovering everywhere. This is the smile of the sun's rays, waking up the house and filling the soul with happiness. These are dawns that begin with gratitude. This is the sky holding a lot of sun in the chest. This is the morning bead of laughter, scattered over the meadows and echoing the cuckoo in the forest. These are waves of joy every day. These are half-sighs of apple orchards, showering their ruddy foliage, so that a new summer will bloom in place of seasoned grasses. It's a wicker basket of fresh fruit on the kitchen table. This is a sweet, slightly bitter smell of lilac that fills every corner of the space. This is fragrant jasmine tea and fragrant cake with last year's raspberries in a blooming garden. These are the yellow pages of your favorite old books in the armchair in the evenings. This is when it's so good that you just want to be silent. Close your eyes and gently hug the month of May.

To fill the soul with the sea to the brim, without fear of spilling. Get enough of the sea. Enjoy. Tired of rest. Leave. And start dreaming about the sea again...

If you understand the philosophy of martial arts, new ideas will come as you watch flowers and leaves fall or watch the waves rise and fall. If you don’t understand anything, your efforts will be no more useful than blind copying of books. Even if you steal all the manuals that are found under heaven.

Philosophical theories, religions, moral concepts, different under different latitudes, fell under a scythe as long as the scythe of Time. Caught up in a kind of storm, these minds, like waves beating against cliffs, were ready to shake all the laws between which civilizations swim - and thus, without knowing it themselves, carried out the will of God, who left a place in nature for good and evil and kept in secret meaning of their unceasing struggle.