Genesis [Theme] Page 11

Thus, the essence of things is "a necessary being" and the universe, component of the totality of things, from the point of view of an entity needs another entity and is not depending on any reason. The universe in the sense of entity cannot recognize the "possible being" in need of causality, because otherwise you'll appear before my eyes the grip and the infinite; the essence of things, representing a single and necessary being, is not preceded and not followed by oblivion, and the essence of things has no beginning and no end, but modifications and transitions it in your multitude in the matter of the countless and continuous and just as reliable as the tides of the sea.

Speaking of Genesis, we mean the essence and substance of things. This entity, in the sense of the individual the opposite of the absolute non-existence; the meaning of universal it is the one perfect and all-encompassing being, i.e., matter set of all sets that are in their generic and specific changes and transitions are dependent on each other.

There are four spheres of existence: the sphere of innocence, scope of practice, sphere of ethics, the sphere of transcendental.

Philosophy aims to help people to reach higher realms of existence.

If you lack faith, the being does not believe in you.

What am I reading? The book of Genesis, set in the skin of a once living creature.

Now he partook of the sublime, the eternal touched, savoured life, he soared over the worthless vanity, perceived ease of being.

Everywhere, wherever in life, whether among the callous, rough, poor and untidy-plusnews low ranks or among its monotonously-cold and boring-neat classes higher, everywhere ever meet on the way to a human phenomenon, unlike anything that he had happened to see a chest, which for once will awaken in him a feeling unlike those he is destined to feel all his life.

Wanted to puke, but puke not food, but rather the essence of his inner self - to turn myself inside out, to get rid of the filth of life, to wrest herself... I Wanted to disappear.

Man is always dreaming of its opposite reality. If you dream you well - in life you have a problem. And Vice versa :)

Goodbye, beautiful, exquisite lilies, resting a small, picturesque sanctuaries, farewell, you beautiful lilies, our pride and justification of our existence, goodbye, Scum.

When people ask me what I want, but then suddenly ceases to want anything. "Still there is nothing that would please me", flashes in mind in such cases. At the same time, I could never refuse a gift, even if I didn't like. Cut "not necessary" I could not; and if the thing even liked me, in the end, felt only a terrible bitterness, as if it had purchased stolen goods; but still the irrational fear haunted me. In short, to solve this alternative, I was not able to. At the end of life this trait of my character began to seem to me an essential factor in my shameful existence.

All attempts to the spiritual, any participation, even the smallest, towards the Creator, it already passed and left. Everything goes into oblivion, except this one little aspiration to the spiritual.

The aesthetic ideal of the categorical agreement with being is a world in which shit all rejected and act like it doesn't exist. This aesthetic ideal is called "kitsch". Kitsch is the absolute denial of shit, in a literal and figurative sense of the word.