life and death [Theme]

- Hope so.

Crunched bones...

We are all now pawns on a chessboard, where the only thing that everyone can take out of the leaky travel bag behind their back is at stake - life. But it’s funny, I’ve always been a lousy player.

Ölüm var ölüm kimi, ölüm var zülüm kimi.

- One day, Smike, you will leave here.

- I’m new here, you just said it yourself.

I don’t know why, but whenever a person dies without leaving property, he considers himself to have the right to dispose of other people’s property.

The entire [monarch butterfly] population could die in one freezing night. This means that life is a matter of time, the right moment.

You see, a person leaves almost no traces of himself. You are born into the world, you try to do something, without knowing why, but you still continue your attempts; Having been born at the same time as many other people, you are connected to them, and therefore, when you try to move your arm or leg, you seem to be pulling strings, but the strings are tied to the arms and legs of everyone else, and they are all also trying to pull them and also don’t know why, they only know that all the strings are tangled and interfere with each other, just as if five or six people were trying to weave a carpet on one loom, and each would like to weave his own pattern into it, but you know that this does not matter no meaning, otherwise those who created this machine would have arranged everything much better, and yet it cannot but matter - after all, you continue your attempts, in any case you should continue them, and then suddenly it turns out that everything is over, and from you are left with just a block of stone on which something is scratched, unless, of course, someone bothered to put this marble up and scratch something on it, and now the rain pours on it and the sun shines, and soon no one remembers a name , what these scratches mean, and it doesn't matter either.

A woman is sweeter than life and bitterer than death.

Nature does not always hint at love to us. It also threatens us; it reminds... of inaccessible secrets. Isn't it supposed to consume us, isn't it constantly devouring us? There is life and death in it; and death speaks as loudly in it as life.

- But it was always made of wood.

When a panic attack strikes, this taste of death, and you hang over the bell-shaped abyss, you involuntarily think about the curse and the forces of evil. In the 15th century, they would have called an exorcist for me.

And he fell asleep so as not to wake up.