another [Theme]
Art and morality interact with each other just like science and religion. Somewhere they complement each other, somewhere they enter into an irreconcilable dispute.
If we could only see life through each other's eyes, there would be no hatred. We hate what we fear. And we are afraid of what we do not see. Your father... we will try... but his Gods will not allow him to change his mind. If he could, he would have realized that he should not have turned his anger against us.
- My mind is aware of this, but I can no longer control my heart. Please understand me Yusei, we need to fight now. If you are my friend, then continue to watch our duel.
It is much more important that the soul and mind understand each other.
In my observations of life during my various wanderings around the world, I was especially struck by the fact that even in our time people kill each other everywhere under all kinds of pretexts and in all kinds of ways. Killing en masse is still called war, and killing individuals is called capital punishment. Everywhere the same worship of brute force and the same inconsistency... and this is done even in Christian countries in the name of one whose teaching was based on peace and love.
Even more often we simply do not want to understand each other!!
I would give away a full cup of oatmeal (horrible disgusting!) if someone explained to me why autumn, why winter? The alley has such impassable mud that I have only seen under a rhinoceros in a zoological garden. Wet. Bare branches clap against each other and sneeze.
Quote Explanation: Illustrated by Evgenia Dvoskina, 2012.
Flies from the chest.
And you know, friendship is not something you can ask for, negotiate or choose. People become friends without realizing it. Even if you hate each other at first, over time you begin to realize that things have changed.
Those who are united by the road and who are fellow travelers understand each other.
The “bitch” people are still great!
With a formidable song he defeated the enemy.
Quote Explanation: Musa Jalil, Through the Storm, Moscow, Soviet Russia, 1986
In mercy is the mercy of the Earth!
on a subconscious level, people have been doing this since the times of ancient Rome and especially Byzantium, where the entire political struggle was built around races at the hippodrome. Therefore, international professional sports are exactly the same abomination as torture, concentration camps, /V-word/, crap entertainment and corporate media. I wouldn’t even begin to single out the parts: it’s all a single cultural set, where different aspects support each other.
You lose a friend, accept responsibility - and are left with a feeling of guilt. A familiar picture.
