body [Theme]

It is much more important that the soul and mind understand each other.

In his hands, the violin became a living creature that cried, laughed, and imitated animal cries. The public, shocked by the inhuman skill, explained it as a conspiracy with the devil. Many recalled how at a concert a black silhouette with horns and a tail danced around the musician. Thanks to Paganini’s strange appearance, tangled fate and tough temperament, these fictions were accepted as pure.

There is nothing to worry about the soul - when it acts on its own, everything goes perfectly, and only the body interferes with it and makes it do stupid things.

It is much more important that our souls merge together!

But if you want to become a harmoniously developed personality, train both!

Every time my mother pretends that there are no problems, although there is a whole ocean of problems around us. Having suffered a terrible shipwreck, we are drowning in these problems, floundering in icy water, which makes our whole body cramp, choking, gasping for air. I have the opportunity to get my mother and me a lifeboat, to get out, to be saved... But my mother ignores my attempts to help in every possible way. Moreover, she is ready to drag me along with her to the very bottom. Twist around my neck exactly the same rope with cobblestones, which she has been wearing for several years now, and drag it into the viscous silt, so that the last thing I saw was a strip of warm yellow color - hope for my happy future.

Even when my body turns to dust, I will not violate my principles

• The day will be wasted if he drinks!

Watch and pray, so that you do not fall into temptation: the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.

You don't understand the most important thing - real beauty is always inside, the body is just a wrapper for the soul, the beauty of the body is important when you meet a girl for the first time, but when you already love her, it doesn't really matter. They love not the body, but the soul.

When we look in the mirror, we are not just looking for beauty, no matter how elusive it may be. We want to make sure we exist. That our body, which is being hunted, is not destroyed, not gutted. Seeing yourself as yourself is salvation. Those who have never been refused will hardly understand.

What if the body is, at best, just a longing for the body? Blood rushes to the heart, and it sends it back, it fills the paths, once empty channels, kilometers of roads from me to him.

Yesterday I was re-reading Roland Barthes's Diary of Sorrow, a book he wrote day after day during the year after his mother's death. He writes: “I saw my mother’s body sick and dying.” Then I put the book aside and decided to write to you. While you're still alive.

Everything is an agenda.