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Well, it's a paradox. Stories are born in my head, but my inner self powered external. A kind of symbiosis. Stories will not appear without life experience. Jealousy. Love. Lust. Anger. Suffering. All that sort of thing.

Paradox: if you can parallel, this does not mean that you do not cross.

Irony is a form of paradoxical. Paradoxically all that is both good and significant.

I just believe that the most interesting war that you're doomed to failure. And the winners are losers for years.

This is a paradox of loss: except what is lost, can be so burdened?

- You are a walking paradox, Monsieur Aramis. The soldier who preaches love, the seducer who cares about women...
We are all looking for the truth in different ways.

- Entropy is greater, the greater the choice and it is more than difficult. In mathematical language - the more events and what they rasnoveana. Entropy is a measure of freedom and a measure of information, ' said Bob.
Mark was beginning to get used to the amazing transformations, and they're less distracted from thinking about what they saw and heard. He knew that entropy is a measure not only of freedom but also of information. It is known to many, but Mark this fact was not left indifferent. It turned out that, for example, memorized the text has ceased to be information, if it knew all. It is obvious that this text would be worthless, but that it is generally impossible, in this case, to consider information that was strange. Although, the potential energy lying stone, for example, may be significant in relation to the bottom of the well and is equal to zero relative to the surface of the earth. Even the young man sometimes thought, not to formulate the principle of relativity of information, but then dreams of scientific fame and completely distracted him from thinking about this question, and then he was into something else.

... Ironically, most of them quite frankly do not consider myself guilty, even if they were murderers and rapists. "And what?" surprised they exclaim to the question "why?" and quite puzzled when they are trying to punish... the Psychology is complicated.

Only behind closed doors, there's a chance to find out - all exposed dead ends.

Rearranging the symbols of the past in the hope of getting something new, we are doomed to endlessly play the same chess game. Real change comes when the Board resets all the figures.

The willingness to do anything for the defense of another person often gives rise to a paradox. In doing so, we subject ourselves to the danger, why, most likely, to those we are trying to protect from pain will be very painful. Over time, however, I understand that you cannot control the choices of those we love.

TWO STATEMENTS:
1. You didn't invent the world and not for you to change it. You are a guest here. For a short time. You're a tiny grain of sand in the universe.
2. You're a single thought. And except for you nothing. You are God. Everything about you. You are the eternal infinite.
Mutually exclusive statements. But both are true.
The truth is vague vague and very specific. Just every word their time, their ears and their circumstances.
Hermetic "YES and NO, and, And, and OR, and so, and commercials."
Everything is a paradox and uncertainty.
Therefore, knowing either keep quiet or respond evasively.

The world had to recover, and then, examining the ruins and burying the dead, re-building and building bridges, closing up the cracks left by the war in his soul and in his lineage, the man suddenly with a wild horror realized what had happened and what had before seemed reasonable, suddenly became unreasonable, like a dance, during which suddenly turned off the music.

Only now he realized the cruel paradox, forcing us twice deceived in those we love first, elevating them, then debunking.