the paradox [Theme] Page 2

Genius and talent are characterized by individual features, and therefore unique, and the stupidity inherent in each and faceless, because it is guided and dictated by the interests of the moment. But the paradox is that the wisdom of come, finding common and what unites, and stupidity tends to afford something that prevents other.

My masterpiece, Doctor. A living TARDIS, strong enough to hold the paradox, allowing the past and the future intersect in the infinite beautiful dance
- But you're changing the history of not only Earth but the entire Universe
I'm a time Lord. You have the right.

I can understand when a pretender to the throne. But the pretender on the block...

To be completely free and at the same time, fully depend on the law -- that's the eternal paradox of human life, is palpable every minute.

The paradox is that society does not forgive people individuality. And quite often people, whether it be crumpets, whether thin people feel insecure, because they all poke at the fact that they are different from others and that is why very often the one and the other groups of women the same way to protect yourself from negativity of others - they tanavakivide.

When I see hundreds of children coming into this world among the poverty, misery and hardship, are receiving some kind of inept midwife, unable to help his mother, snacking on the teeth of the umbilical cord when she gives the child a drop of gin, not the food, and all of these children, or nearly all, from the beginning, from the first months of life, no matter what happens later, is perfect in every way, it is very strange to observe the paradox of a child from a rich family, who was the father of the child surrounded with care and attention, like a Princess and he is flawed, sick enough to heal it above human forces.

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

I have never been overseas.
On the other end of his spaces
Where at sunset all who with heart torn,
Night angels sing romance.
Where there are no problems, no troubles. Where people are fed.
Where neither thieves, nor Cain, nor judges.
Where unbearably painful burden of life -
Legend, a relic of Katara.
I see this life, it's real.
The taste of wine and a light trail of perfume...
Like the shore, but the waters crystal clear,
With vast carpets of flowers..
On that end, paradoxically,
Sat a girl, dreaming...

The crowd - the perfect place to be alone.
An an overcrowded world is the ideal place in which to be lonely.

People create gods wanting to understand the nature of things. And the nature of things is such, because it was created by the gods.

Garden-country paradox: the closer the kinship, catherinee work.

How could it happen that what is not, is what is?

But the paradox needs no explanation, the paradox is the fact that there are both in the presence and in the absence.

To securely hide a thing, you have to put it in plain sight.