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God gave everything, but mankind could not systematize it all. Religion without science is a serious problem. Everything bad is not guilt, it is not a sin, it is a disease, it can be cured and become happy.

God has the ability to purify. God throws people into the fire because he loves them. God's principle is to cure diseases in this way.

A mentally ill person does not depend on the voice of God in the heart, but on external voices. That is, people want other people or things to solve their problems, and not God inside. This is spiritual death.

Suicide at the peak of depression is not a sin, but a disease exacerbated by random environmental influences.

Time appears to me in the form of a stream, rapids and a waterfall. There are times in everyone's life when things go smoothly. It’s like you are sailing in a canoe, rowing lazily and enjoying the views. One day flows into another, the work goes on, and there is even time to relax. Then the current becomes stronger, you still manage to do everything, but you already have to make a little more effort. But then the rapids begin, and suddenly it becomes more difficult. It could be a new project at work, a family member being ill, a job change, or a layoff. You must pass the rapids and swim out into safe water. Otherwise, a waterfall awaits you.

- From one kind of this food, an ulcer can break out ...

Strange people, by God! he thought. - Why do they put a learned color on their faces? They tear their neighbors at exorbitant prices, they sell ointments for hair growth, and looking at their faces, you might think that they really are the priests of science. They write in Latin, they speak German ... They make something of a medieval person ... In a healthy state, you don’t notice these dry, callous physiognomies, but when you get sick, like I do now, you’ll be horrified that the holy cause has got into the hands of this insensitive ironing figure...

Old age is a disease. It definitely has to have a cause and a cure.

- Of course not. However, it is contagious and has killed a lot of people.

No matter how sensitive I considered myself, it was difficult for me to enter into her position, to fully understand how her life was going. I wanted to support her, I felt sorry for her with all my heart, but I could not deceive myself: I did not truly empathize with her. Everyone has a personal, hidden world where no one else can ever get to.

People feel sorry for me, but I don’t think they really sympathize, because for them I’m like from another planet that no one would like to go to.

Once in the hospital, people seek support; when something threatens life, the desire for loved ones becomes irresistible. It seems to be in human nature.

not heavy any burden.

Today, doctors call my modest work an element of therapy. They say that the sick are given it to read with the words that the author had a condition worse than yours and he conquered the disease. And you will win, they say. The main thing is not to get tired of life and want to live. Believe that all bad things will pass.