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Well, what are these nuns cunning. They took and fused a baby to an aunt of some kind, I began to get used to these aunts in robes, and they just gave me the first comer, and that order me to think about these, to put it mildly, inadequacies.

Yes, women once again showed me what faithful creatures they are. For several days they pestered me with their attention and can be said with love, but then they took me and gave everyone a universal pet an incomprehensible whisper, but to me on the drum that she was a high-born noblewoman, almost from Rurik, great… great… great… great-granddaughter, I just don’t want to, out of principle and out of harm, you God’s brides asked me or inquired about my opinion before giving me away to no one. Well, so what, that I don’t have anything, as they say, with a big tail, not old. As long as a sinless baby, but at the same time I have my own opinion.

Well, who are they after that, how many times have you been convinced that you can’t believe the women, now my experience has been exacerbated, now I won’t believe the women in the cassocks.

Here on this my thought has once again, in recent times, entered the clinch. I’m fifty years old and conscious, and at the same time, I’m really, a baby wrapped in diapers so that my mother doesn’t cry, and who doesn’t dare to blather a word, for objective reasons, namely, I just don’t know how to say it, firstly, but secondly, I always had a gag in my mouth in the form of a rag with some sticky muck, but what for it asks me to constantly shove it in my mouth, although from the third day, instead of this rag, which this aunt gave me to me, my chest in my mouth shoves.

And nothing like that, milk will be more delicious, that rag. But how did it happen that I’m an adult and you can say the old uncle, now I’m specifically cradling in the arms of a woman who, purring something, once again thrust her breast into me, and I smack her milk with her smack.

Well, nonsense, but if it was the nonsense of the patient of the yellow house, then it would be understandable and understandable, and therefore my brain would not fall into the clinch periodically, from situevina in any way impossible in real life, and under no circumstances, but nonetheless absolutely real.

All right, clinch, clinch, but to live or survive, as you like, everything is the same. Although it’s not very clear how to live an infant with adult consciousness or how to live an adult consciousness in the infant’s body. The dilemma, however, of tfu, has philosophized. This my friend is not a dilemma, but the realities of life, you know. But this is only half the trouble, although how to calculate this trouble in percentage terms is not very clear, well, okay, someone was distracted.

The only good thing about my current state is that no one bothers to think. All the last time, as soon as I realized myself in a new capacity, one thought haunted me, how did I manage to get into such a thing, and in general I am it or someone else.

And the second half of the question seemed more important, the keenest interest was that I was still the same, only of small sizes, or it wasn’t me physically, but my mind was hooked into the baby’s body.

Well, I did not believe, with all my rational mind, in the transmigration of souls from one body to another, and there were good, again rational considerations. Namely, a person is born where the keyword is born, somehow simultaneously with his only body and his only inherent consciousness at the same time and together, and, therefore, there is no Other body for his consciousness, since first of all, it is a body that is born with its consciousness, and the death factor is either the separation of the body and consciousness, or the joint demise of both the body and consciousness, this is a matter of faith whether the soul lives after death or not. But in any case, the alien consciousness cannot completely settle in its own body, since the body without its own consciousness is dead.

The truth quite allowed that something might get hooked up, something like a spiritual virus, a third-party consciousness, but this is already a patient with a split consciousness, that is, a person with schizophrenia.

Although I fell into a clinch from time to time, from a lack of understanding of how this could be, I still did not suffer from schizophrenia, in this small body, there was only my consciousness, there was no one else, as it were.

At one time I had a craving to know that there is a person, a lot of things were shoveled, read and studied, eventually stopped in understanding this issue from the Orthodox point of view, or better to say the theory about a person, simply because it seemed to me the most logical and complete, in relation to all other theories.

And according to it, it turned out that man was created by a triune being. The three parts of a human being are his spirit, soul and body, translated into his own simplified understanding, this is consciousness, the psyche with its emotions, and of course the body.