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God just gave us a mind that we rarely use. You know, this topic bothers me. I am horrified by what humanity is doing to the planet today. This is real barbarity. If I were a very rich person, I would invest all my millions in preserving and restoring nature. In my opinion, the future lies only in environmental programs.

... I wanted to talk about something important. But the words again flowed uncontrollably. Fingers lived their own lives, breathed sleep and knocked in unison with this summer rain, painted in ocher by the tireless sun...

I'm addicted - this sin is sweet to me.

We are carried away by some kind of passion for knowledge and understanding. It seems to us most beautiful to shine with our knowledge: we are ashamed to make mistakes, to fall into error, to be in ignorance, to be deceived.

Working hard for something we don't care about is called stress. Working hard for what we love is called passion.

There is a sad, tragic beauty in destruction. The dream of first destroying, and then rebuilding, bringing to perfection. And even though it is not given to the one that has arisen in the place of the destroyed forever to find perfection, love passion still craves destruction. Longs for revolution.

And he, your coffee, knows it.

Russian people, like no other, are infected with a passion for spectacles. And the more it excites and captures the soul, the more attractive it is for him. A drama where you can cry, philosophize about life, listen to clever words, the simple Russian audience loves more than a rollicking vaudeville, after which you leave the theater with an empty soul.

One evening, when the passion that burned me out of control, I wrote her a long, long letter, pouring out everything that overwhelmed my heart. I didn't even reread what I had written because I was afraid to stop. So I wrote it to the very end, and then a quiet voice in my head warned me that it was impossible to send such a letter, because with this letter I would simply put my heart in her palm. I ignored this voice in youthful vehemence.

- Yes

Wait for autumn, as the most beautiful and passionate man who comes once a year and showers you with kisses - that's why the leaves fall from the branches, exposing their essence. We have been endlessly taught that the matter is in the laws of the earth, in photosynthesis, gravity and lunar phases, but all living things are ruled by passion: the moon falls in love with the sun, ready for it to sweep the oceans off the face of the earth, create crushing storms and destroy all life in the name of great love. Passion incinerates, casts off fetters, erases boundaries, false masks - it is the beginning. ㅤㅤ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀

Soul is passion.

And communicate with me more often!

- I think about it more and more often, why he had to die.