Impression 501. The Weaknesses of the Divine God We carry too much unnecessary, accidental, not affecting the further course of our history: fears, sorrows, acquaintances. We believe this to be natural and, quite frankly, we accuse the divine God of these conventions, for the other step is too difficult and obliging to be taken into account as an option for the future. We have nothing to oppose to the circumstances, as a result of which the little that would really be significant to us, falls out of memory (even if it is for each its own, it is strictly individual, for example: the tram, the cage, the great march of the humpback transvestite and the subsequent solo for wrapping paper with the orchestra of the local chancellery) as from a leaky pocket, remains on the edge of awareness, and effortlessly washed away by gray waves. Whether water, or asphalt, or individual parts of the brain. Experienced feelings - duty, self-pity hatred, inner emptiness, mental impotence, lost illusions. The most sought-after feelings in the world. Maybe something else, but not love, love has nothing to do with it, there will be a little.
This is both reasonable and rational from any point of view. It's not our game, it's not our rules. And life isn't ours either. Absolutely. God does not know what He wants from us. Doesn't see the goal, doesn't suggest meaning. Decides on the move, loses inspiration, puts individual letters into our mouths, poorly versed in modern technologies, tired of its own importance and falls out of its own reality, extinguishing the light above us and paralyzing any movement. Weakness and small talent do not allow him to take the courage to lead us through life. Well, you're, like, asking you to, like, get it. Or it won't be given if the chip goes down like that. And we don't really know what we need. We mess with the testimony, we lose the thread. As a result, we walk with a bat, but we often visit bits.
The devil stands behind the divine god, shakes his mane, beats his hoof, ecstasy, but is very stupid, capricious and, at decisive moments, weak even in comparison with the characters. Although he can not deny himself the pleasure to express his fi and generally have fun, and then dump in a certain direction, completely without caring about the consequences.
Love, at best, is thrown into the trembling palms of a suspicious child, like a vitamin dragee after a painful procedure. As a rule, it is given instead of any treatment, and we are forced to poison our stomachs with this acid without any benefit.
Or, let’s say, I never understood how to distinguish a devoted person from a devotee. It's also a topic.
Summing up, it is worth noting that everything that shows the surrounding reality and the inner world as they really are, that tears from our eyes the veil of the experience of ancestors and subjective perception, worthy of the highest points. It makes no sense to evaluate techniques and tactics.
10 out of 10