Genesis [Theme] Page 1

However, there must be some definition. How about targeted

It's good sometimes to stop talking, stop thinking, and for a change, just be.

Why does the world exist? The universe exists just like that, for no reason. It arose spontaneously or eternally exists - another topic. By itself, it has a self-organizing property, but it does not have goals. The universe is simply a certain possibility of the birth and formation of various complex phenomena, including primitive intelligent life. Over time, they are destroyed or cease, and at the same time, new ones appear. But rational beings have a chance to prolong their existence if they manage to use the potential of their main properties and the possibilities of their surrounding world.

Who excludes accidents, he nullifies being.

To atone for your transgressions.

I'm tired of fighting. Tired of following

Space is infinite and time is eternal - being is not possible at all.

The future is more reliable - life is more meaningful.

It seems that someone sits inside and commands what to say and what to do. This is not our True Self. This is just the truth about ourselves. At the level of being, we are all perfect and like God.

A person has two legs - the leg of arguments of the reality of being and the leg of counterarguments that refute being.

In part, the true essence of being is hidden by the direct ways of its manifestation.

And in the end, history itself, time itself, was a history of clashes, the struggle of these two principles, where the children of darkness, from the point of view of Iranian tradition, had to seize more and more power. And the power of the children of light must become less and less, narrow, until the final battle comes, when the power of Ormuzd, the power of light, will finally and irrevocably defeat the power of darkness.

Love is an attempt to cling to someone else's being, and thereby make your own being more stable.

The object of art, although it is called a thing, is by no means a thing, it is not a motionless, standing, dead mummy of artistic activity, but must be understood as a never-ending, eternally beating stream of creativity itself, as a living pulsating activity of the creator, although moved away from him. time and space, but still shimmering and playing with the colors of life. A work of art, abstracted from the specific conditions of its artistic existence, dies, or at least passes into a state of suspended animation.