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quartets, coalitions, States, communities. From this/that we all reach out to each other. But… the most terrible thing in all these gatherings over a glass of white: exhausting nerves, pulls forces, knocks down the right path, creates a lot of useless connections, and all in that spirit. And it after all not purposefully occurs. Quite unexpectedly POPs up. You/we only need to store and back. In the alley, inadvertently found a familiar face. So familiar that you can’t even remember his name. And starts all familiar with: hare – wolf, hare – wolf, hare – wolf; saaac wooork… No new truth you don’t open these impulsive conversations. You won’t get any new experience. There’s no use in it. Although, if you think about it, random encounters are not accidental. While he’s trying to argue you out of the corner of his eye, he’s just suffering. And to Express their suffering cannot, or is afraid, or ashamed. It’s worse when the sufferer wants to make you suffer. This is a special form of sadists that usually work in any/any authorities, or are in military service. While he’s trying to get into your soul, you’re fighting desperately. It really is like a life-and-death battle. From this it would be worthwhile to extract the idea that society as soon as possible should be brought into a state of complete harmony, balance, high culture. Lipoliticescoe event teaches people cruelty, yet these events, whether minor, in the greater degree are connected with the war, the suppression or spread of power. But now is not it… those are useful and necessary conversations that have a clear orientation. It is necessary to talk about a specific problem, if you need to find some important solution. It is necessary to talk about knowledge, if it is known where to apply. It is necessary to talk about the problems of loneliness, insolvency, incompetence, in a word – the problems of psychological nature, if there is an urgent need. These subjective “what do you know!“absolutely lead to nothing. This is a banal hot air. Who does not mind wasting precious minutes of life – please. The exception here is only the communication of two lovers. Love in General solves a lot of psychological problems. Love is a high-quality therapy. How can you neglect your loved one, if everything, or almost everything, is done only for the sake of love. To the question of freedom: are you able to move away from society? Of course on time, only on time. To completely withdraw from society, and even dangerous. To completely move away from society is to provoke a series of depressions, the last of which will be treated by specialists. To completely withdraw from society – to put it mildly, to sink into oblivion. No need at all – but for the time being. This is where you can feel the real freedom! When a monk is locked in his cell to pray, he is for a time completely detached from the world. All in this moment, he’s not just a monk – he’s the Holy spirit, contemplating the face of God. Unless, of course, he’s fucking with the system – nature, to be exact. I apologize for the rudeness of the execution, but you know what’s going on under the dome of the Church. This idiocy… sorry, the mechanism is completely under the protection of the state government. Therefore, it is absolutely impossible to fight against the sinfulness of the Church. However, perhaps, but this struggle at the level of States. Only real power can suppress the Church. Or at least put her down. But in principle, you can simply ignore the activities of the Church. You can try to contrast the Church with something much more powerful, valuable and useful – psychoanalysis. Leo Tolstoy, at one time, turned such enmity against the Church that it is terrible to imagine how he was not stabbed with a pitchfork somewhere behind the barn. Of course, he had the power to kill a man is not easy: rumors go, the black stain on the reputation of the Church. Therefore, the priest decided to just sing a curse on his soul. But time… time shows that Tolstoy was right. It is human nature to strive for freedom. Because freedom is an integral part of self-knowledge. It would be more correct to say – the moment of release. The birth of a baby is the moment of release. He will be drawn into the new system. But he also from it and again will degenerate. And there will be many such systems throughout his life, until the greatness of the personality embraces the whole world. And barefoot he walked to feel the earth beneath my feet – rock. By the way, the life of Leo Tolstoy is a perfect example of how a person should develop in accordance with nature, in accordance with evolution. Which is very rare these days. Our slave, obedient instinct of self-preservation. The crowd is the easiest place to hide. You’re probably thinking: first you’re talking about social responsibility – now something completely opposite about freedom and development in accordance with the nature of evolution. You perishing make up your mind, the author, that you closer. It would be necessary to squeeze here an Express/lecture on the inductive form of thinking. Often, with people it is very difficult to speak, because most thinks spontaneously. Is missing any/the sequence in thinking. Even in creativity there are forms. So, in human thought also have form. Spontaneous logic is a form of savage thinking. It’s based entirely on survival instincts. And so, there are two basic forms of thinking: deduction and induction. The first is responsible for the gradual transition from one truth to another, or from one false thought to another with irresistible, coercive force. The second makes the transition from probable to reliable knowledge. Deduction is used in specific tasks and particular issues. It is used when you need to solve a pressing problem: diagnosis, crime detection, and so on… Inductive thinking is engaged in the development of theories. It is the ascent of thought in an evolutionary spiral. You will begin to talk about the water molecule in lake Tambukan, and end with the presence of steam in the Andromeda nebula. I tell the difference? Every man who thinks he is clever must have both disciplines of thought. And the one who is forever surrendered to the spontaneous logic of the ignorant, the savage, the amoeba. The Evolution of man is first and foremost the evolution of thought. Then, Yes, whether we are good or bad, we adapt the knowledge to the existing reality. But in the beginning, everything comes from pure, qualitative analysis of thought. I am not talking about making complicated analogies that are not always clear even to a scientist. I say that it is desirable, for our own benefit and for the benefit of the public, that everyone should possess at least the basic formal logic. You see how it turns out, because up to this point, probably, many people thought that they had logic. There is no – in average school some / the skill is acquired through the study of mathematics, physics, geometry. But most of this skill, why/where/what and then is lost. Forgets. Pushed out of memory. How are you going to achieve anything in life without education? A taxi driver, to earn a two-room apartment, needs twenty years to wander around the city, gradually going crazy with monotony and boredom. Here and draw conclusions – whether it is necessary to be engaged in self-development and improvement of skill, or it is not necessary to be engaged in it. On the other hand, and taxi drivers, too, someone needs. Perhaps even more than a Professor. This question is painfully complex. This question leads to such impenetrable maze that one is not rid. Here it is necessary to immediately write a scientific epic long in life, and even a few lives. However, people tend to notice other people’s vices. And it’s completely unthinkable to talk about your own. The old lady’s morality. I was standing at two in the morning on the porch of the house where I live. And he was returning from somewhere, where, apparently, slightly tipsy. He is older than me by forty years, and it is very long parked the car. I stood on the porch, Smoking and admiring the stars. I don’t know why, I’m drawn to the starry night sky. After greeting, he began to lecture me about the dangers of Smoking, that he, too, once smoked, but gave up. I hated the lecture, but I didn’t say anything. All the same, he is older than me, he fathers me good. But when he said that it would be better I one hundred grams popped, instead of a cigarette, I grimaced and said that for the past ten years had not touched alcohol, and fear. He said it was the right thing to do. Then, followed by a thoughtful pause and a heavy remorse with regards to the fact that alcohol is addictive “Talu” would be stronger than tobacco. The conversation was drawn to religious views. But God does not forbid drinking and Smoking. Communion with wine, if anyone did not know. As for tobacco, it never existed in Jerusalem. In any case, the foundations of the origin of Christianity. It is forbidden to kill, Rob, commit adultery (that is – to sleep with anyone, in addition to the legal wife). He gave me a lecture on my vices, and I did not tell him a sermon on his vices. Well, why straight vices… Just Smoking, alcohol, gambling, etc., lead to self-destruction of the individual. More precisely – they accelerate the process of self-destruction. And so, there is, of course, nothing wrong with drinking or Smoking a cigarette. When a person remembers his life path, he has nothing to fear. By the way, when I served on a nuclear cruiser, going out to sea we were given half a Cup of dry lunch. I say there’s nothing wrong with a drink or a cigarette – it’s scary when people aren’t interested in anything else. It is terrible when a person lives only for himself and for no one else. However, here, too, all confused. It is believed that one must live for himself, then the rest of it will be fine. But you have to understand what it means to live for yourself. Love themselves need to. Respect. Nurture talent. Reveal the makings. Grow wisdom. I remember when I was twenty, I was on a contract in the Navy, I was paid serious money at the time, the kind of money that civilians could only dream of. So, from morning to night I was given to passions. I drank, or rather, drank in earnest, smoked marijuana, fucked around. At the same time, I had a girl who was always waiting for me home, but I came after midnight and went to bed, tired of parties. She hardly ever saw me during the day. Only on the phone, that there was crying in the phone. Of course, I/like a pig treated her. I thought it was normal. But then I grew up and realized that it’s not fucking normal. Now would sought to about it cares. I remember, all this red tape on clubs and saunas proceeded within a year with small. Until one night, I got drunk to such an extent that he could not remember how she got to the ship. For more than a day I lay pale and sick on the schooner, I vomited and shivered. And when I recovered, I made the decision never to touch “mean potion” more that gives in the evening, and in the afternoon takes away all vital forces. I began to look for ways that could replace such a way of life. I became interested in philosophy and psychology, music and literature, until I recognized a talent, as they say in the people, coming from God. As a child, I easily gave literature. In part, my grandmother and mother always sat with a book in their hands. It was like watching TV shows for us. And to me it was, as an example to follow. And of course, when we were asked an excerpt from Pushkin’s poem “Ruslan and Lyudmila”, I took the responsibility to learn the whole work. For that, usually I put several fives, and put me as an example to the rest of the class. This caused only hatred of the whole class to my success. Even then, if we talk philosophically, my fate – the fate of the writer, writer, poet, as you want, and call it, even then it is very well looked through, or even manifested. The only difference was that there was no rich life experience and qualitative knowledge about the nature of life. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about Her. However, these thoughts have a kind of polyphonic character – they are unobtrusive, but constant. So, what I… the fate of the writer, the writer, the poet. And to get me on the path of righteousness have helped the work of Mikhail Litvak, that I was reading out of boredom, when I go sailing round the world on the cruiser “Peter the Great”. For six months we hung out in the oceans – the Atlantic, the Pacific, the Indian, the Mediterranean, the Caribbean, the Strait of Gibraltar, the Suez canal, the Cape of Good Hope. The main water areas that create an idea of what it was for the journey. More precisely, it was not a journey, but a real combat campaign, because we had to conduct operations to catch Somali pirates in the Gulf of Aden. In General, I read a wise book Litvak is “Psychological vampirism”, “the adventures of the Eternal Prince”, the “Principle sperm”, “From hell to Paradise” (should have been called “From hell to heaven short cut”, but short cuts, unfortunately, does not happen). When I got tired of reading Litvak, I began more serious work: “the Art of being”, “the Art of love” – Erich Fromm; “People who play games”, “Games that people play” – Eric Bern; “Lectures on psychoanalysis” – Sigmund Freud, and so on… Until, one day, I met on the way a very nice woman. I thought I had fallen in love with her, but it was really just a psychological addiction that had nothing to do with love. At first, she was, and is, older than me twenty years. She was, and is, married. As/that, we had talked on what/sort of philosophical topics, where I captured shone with their knowledge of philosophy and psychology, after which she gave me a book of Michael Weller’s “All about life”. Her husband, by the way, immediately began to call me a Philosopher. The first phrase in this serious book is: “I know everything about life. The funny thing is, it’s true.“And then, I read the book in one gulp, missing all the strange moments. And then I became interested in the work of Weller so that he began to write, not even books, because the books were still very far away, and short sketches, so to speak – sketches. Then, I fell in love with Tasha. But I don’t want to talk about that yet. Thanks to her, I again turned the wrong way – I started doing business and all sorts of financial tricks. And when all these machinations ended in a catastrophic failure, I swore never to touch such cases again. Since then, I began to study literature professionally. I wrote the first book on philosophy called the Immortal book. In it I set out my view on the nature and way of life of man and society. Then, just three fiction stories, and so on – for two and a half years, I published twenty works. This, it turns out, twenty-first, but she zamislili huge volume, so here you can safely fit in all of those twenty that I wrote before. The only difference is that in the early works the concentration of thought is much more dense, and the work on artistic images is much more thorough, though not always. In General, I tell you the story of his “feats”, and I think, whether I have enough power to finish a book of twenty-five author’s sheets. After the first three I already started to feel the lack of knowledge and weakness of talent. I don’t even dare redcity text because the volume is again reduced, and again I have to grind, scrape, withoiut to vismirnovite, to extract, to squeeze the thoughts from the depths of memory. And I can already see that here we are not talking about the hoarse notes. It is rather a question of piling up as many words as possible. But not without meaning. The perfection of genius, you know. Every letter lives. Every word flutters. Each phrase is amazing. Have you ever seen such a degree of egocentrism? Beata stultitia – blissful stupidity. I love those Latin expressions. It is important the correct pronunciation: beat of stultitia. Did you see that? Beati of possidentes happy with. The price paid for love. I lost everything. However, he acquired a treasure that is more precious than all metals. I have acquired a woman who is firmly entrenched in my head. Wine-colored cheeks beauty. The one who loves has to pay. Love is expensive. But she’s probably worth it. One day, I got Her drunk the rare wine of origin. Since then, everything has spun. We burn the fire of passion in a box from/under the TV. Wandering lovers. Nothing in the world is better than to steal the bride right in the Church. The ransom is still nothing to pay. Why am I sitting?! It’s time to think about where to get a place for our joint residence. There can be no wedding without living space. As, however, without a stable income. How much are you or sing about the great love and the numbers will not lie. Most marriages, I note, break up because of the financial insolvency of the young. How long can you hold on to the help of parents? Some parents leave early. Married people are drowning in the depths of the scandals. The life of an idiot passes through the purse of capitalists. It is not possible to bypass it. Can be only to agree or to swallow, as a malign fish oil. I prefer to swallow. To negotiate with people who have no morals is akin to suicide. Once the devil persuaded Faust to go on a long journey. But to the noble husband these difficulties as seeds to lust. If only there was something to eat and smoke. The rest is the little things of life. How many people can live without food? And without water? This and that. Heard Mavrodi, when I was sitting in a special block among the most frostbitten killers of the country, he several times protested with a hunger strike. One of these hunger strikes, called “dry”, is the complete rejection not only of food but also of water. Like the twelve days it lasted in this condition. However… I want to remind, our ancestors lived in such conditions that such hunger strikes at them were perfect norm. We are not talking about a dry hunger strike, because you can always drink water – there is no shortage, if you do not live in the desert or Savannah. Sea water, however, can not drink, though it is a lot on our planet. And the glaciers are too inaccessible to hope for. I read that travelers in Africa, if there was an urgent need for fluid, cut the artery of the horse and drank blood directly from there. The horse was dying, of course. The thirst for this quenched not too. But why not do it for the sake of survival. Suddenly I thought that if my brain contains billions of neurons, and if each of them contains at least a drop of information, then I can write a work of a billion letters. This has never been done in literature. And/I think it is possible only theoretically. What if I’m already tired of clicking on the keys. And dictate personal Secretary! I’m not personal. You have to do everything yourself. Good supply of cigarettes and potatoes allows you to slap on the buttons of the laptop. My laptop, by the way, is about to die – it’s so old. This will be the end of my literary career. I should have bought a typewriter. Or mountains of notebooks. I am often asked if I have a notebook in which I write down interesting ideas. What a fucking notebook! Ideas arise in the process of working on the book. It is quite rare that they arise just like that. Even less – quickly forgotten. It is a habit of mediocre people to write down successful phrases on a piece of paper. How much time will it take to write a full-fledged work in this manner? Forever?! Joyce has been working seven years on Ulysses. It is important to understand that Joyce was in no hurry, because he sat on a scholarship patron. It is important to understand that he is not day by day engaged in writing a story, and combined with other work, or just idle. In the aggregate this novel was created days a hundred/two hundred – not more. They say that the work on Faust was carried out fifty-three years. Rubbish! If Goethe regularly worked on the work for fifty-three years, it would have turned out to be exorbitant volumes. Has it occurred to anyone that there are no such legends about the divine Comedy, which is three times longer than Faust? What about the nine hundred and twenty-nine pages of Vergil’s poetry? About the antics of Scheherazade? The adventures of dunno? By the way, to write a children’s book of this volume, you really need to be a genius. The adult population can be so driven. But children have to weigh every word. They’re sensitive. The impact on the sensitive psyche to be very easy. But fear not need to. Children on the contrary like creepy horror stories and unusual stories. Here, if only the imagination did not disappoint. Always dreamed of which/something for kids to write, but so far, only one little knizhenko suffered. And then, based on his own childhood memories. Writing a lot does not mean writing original, unusual, cool or epic. Without greatness, magnificence, scale of thinking of the author it is impossible to achieve epic. Here it is necessary to think at the level of a combination of States and entire worlds, or even entire galaxies. But, originality can be achieved only by the ability to think deeply – at the level of quantum physics – paradoxes, so to speak. I feel like I’m prescribing the basics of literary studies. I don’t have a higher education document. Yes, and in the certificate for the average one three, four of which are free. They brought them to me so that I would not stay at school for a long time. Our teachers don’t work with fools. They only teach at the honors/conscience. The rest of the “stuff” is written off as unprofitable. Is it my fault that teaching is boring? Especially annoying teaching with songs and dances. The feeling that teaching is, excuse me, education is provided by a washed-up morons, not people with the standard functions of the brain. Yes, you heard right, most people have the same brain function. With the exception of pathology, like schizophrenia. There are several thousand of them for the entire population of the planet. And autistic and paranoid. These are slightly more, but their pathology is more modest. Whether that man should live with the illusions that are indistinguishable from reality. A serious hint of an increasing number of schizoids. It seems that the dumber a person is, the more normal he is, the better he fits into society. Although people are judged by their best representatives, that is – morons, idiots, psychopaths, sociopaths, finished. What is generally regarded as the norm? The norm is something that fits well into the existing overall picture of the world. I mean – communism is the norm to be a Communist; when liberalism – goofball; under Nazism – criminal. What is normal?! From what to wage direct? In my opinion, the norm for man is to live in accordance with the laws of nature, in accordance with evolution. Not progress. Progress is like needles on a twig. It is necessary to progress individually, and to evolve all society – here as I imagine it. By the way, creativity is an exit to wealth for people who do not have higher education. In the work, enough average. Even in General, you can not have any education and at the same time engage in creativity, and quite successfully. Another question is if you want to beat the competition and establish yourself. It is clear that without education it will not work. Even if you refuse to sit in lectures at the Institute, you still have to regularly engage in self-education. Without education it turns out that you two/three works at the level of everyday or religious thinking did the rest of the time the t-shirts sold, paper stars with autographs, caps. Would go to trade at once Korean noodles in the lane – it was given to you this creativity. I say, art is the way to wealth, for people who do not have an education document. The latter will still be formed in the process of working on masterpieces and hits. However, success requires so many creative intellectual products that what can we say – not everyone is given to cope. The unit of measurement of the text in the literature – the author’s sheet, accommodating ten pages of A4 or twenty – book (A5). Series of novels – the normal work of the authors. Two hundred/three hundred novels are not the limit for creative thought. On the other hand, it has come to the point that literature writes about literature. The writer writes about how he writes. It would be in these series, really, something valuable. Going to the Laundry, to the bakery, to the garage, if they are not written by the hand of the master, does not make much sense. In any case, apart from the illusion of creating an interlocutor in the process of reading, the reader receives nothing else – no quality knowledge. Although, I have written principle, “while the thoughts in the mind of the swarm, it is urgent to put”. I write with my fingers, and before my eyes I have panoramas of historical events, panoramas of the evolution of labor, panoramas of the evolution of mankind, panoramas of the future – space. When a writer (devil-worshipper, admirer, preacher) rereads kilometers of other authors ' text to then create a novel of a domestic character, through a line quoting Confucius, or someone else, he/she, in fact, does not want to think independently, he still needs support, instead of himself already being a support for other authors. I think that all this is unprofessional competence. Although, maybe, I will come to this myself, but so far, I do not read much. When I learned to write, I read a lot. But now – little. I am no longer surprised by the witty antics of Joyce, melting melancholy Virginia Woolf, the ferocious pressure of Jack London, the intellectual grinder of Michael Weller, the dizzying flight of thought of Vladimir Makanin, one hundred percent pride of Mikhail Lermontov, the quack savagery or village intellectualism of Leo Tolstoy, which, by the way, I myself am endowed with; I will not be surprised by the rebellious romanticism of Edgar Allan PoE, the original mysticism of ryunoske Akutagawa, the quiet water of Nabokov’s eroticism, the savvy arrogance of Julio Cortazar, the Bunin rootedness of Yuri Kazakov, rural jokes mixed with the bitter tears of Vasily Shukshin, the revolutionary cunning of Mikhail Zoshchenko, the Odessa earthiness of Isaac Babel, latent homosexuality Somerset Maugham. It is rare for me to read or reread something, and it made an impression on me. Basically, I read reference books, encyclopedias, historical essays, where I draw direct knowledge, with regards to those issues that concern me, or at the moment necessary. In the literature nothing surprises me. However, a banal trip to the Laundry, the hand of the master can twist and extract from this such that coming from the last page, the reader will either cry or burn with joy, or even think so deeply that he forgets the name of the one who wrote “Going to the bakery.” Forget to put five stars in the ranking and write a positive review. These masters and giants of literature, almost all my life are in the status of “no name”. Underground there is a foreign word, the semantic value of which is under the earth. In part, they are not particularly interested in popularity or recognition. They already know where they’re going. They are perfectly oriented in the space of history. Often, they are completely impassive to the process of creative work, but at the same time, get pleasure when it is possible to spin a successful scene, figure, image, phrase, thought, and satisfaction when it is possible to complete the job. “Me would in the sky, me would the sky… here I was, and there I not was…” – sings St. Petersburg artist from husky radio. Give me this place. I want him! There, you see, just above Joyce by a quarter of his head. He is by no means my authority. It annoys me that this guy is so high up. Maybe you don’t need to, but I do! I want him. Don’t talk me out of it! I don’t need to keep! Leave me alone! Let me climb to the throne of world literature. I can already see myself sitting on a throne with a flaming crown on my head. The crown should burn – it should not hang on the ears! Why won’t you let me go? What do you care about that? Ah, envy. I know… I hate upstarts, too. So you’re just unlucky. You badly wanted. You had enough time, but you wasted it. You had patience, but you whined. You had enough money, but you were greedy. What do you even care about me? You never loved me. You only pretended to love. And sometimes they didn’t. What is it to you that I’m gonna be the size of a world scale? I deserve it. What do you want from me? But I definitely don’t want anything from you. You just let me get where I want to go. I really want to, you can be sure of that. I’ll slit their throats myself – they won’t do anything to you. Then what are you afraid of? I’ll keep you safe from there. It’s much easier for me to do it there. I sometimes come down to earth where you will be able to allow you to love without response. Give me! I want that very much. Well, to hell with you! Curious history of American musician of the seventies Sixto Rodriguez. He has recorded only two albums in his entire musical career. But what! The scope of his talent is not inferior to that of Bob Dylan, Janis Joplin, Hendrix, Demi. The only drawback – he did not know how to work with the audience. Whether shy, do not know how to keep themselves within the or too was closed on itself. In General, he recorded two great albums, but they sold badly in America. CFU/where he performed, but mainly played anywhere: in bars, at various gatherings and parties. Well, he couldn’t get into the music world. Maybe the fashion was not too appropriate. Maybe he was just writing too rebellious songs. But his records penetrated into South Africa and became wildly popular. Rodriguez himself had no idea about it. And in General, he gave up music, got married and began to work at construction sites as a laborer. Over time, it became a legend, they say, committed suicide, doused himself with gasoline right on stage and burned, or performed the last song at the party, pulled a gun and shot himself. And he, meanwhile, worked on construction. And his records, meanwhile, sold out half a million copies in the South. And his honestly earned on the gorgeous songs, the money was gone in a strange, smart-ass pocket. But among the fans of his work in Africa, there were enthusiasts who found Rodriguez and took to South Africa to give concerts. Here, then, came to him huge success in his old age. He now travels the world, and happily stands in front of an audience. But he’s already so old that its these songs forty years ago do not produce the desired impression. Such is the irony of fate: Bob Dylan was a success, and all the rest managed, and Rodriguez – only in my old age. Well, you can see he’s like an ancient Chinese sage – preferred exile. Almost all people are endowed with complete wisdom, would prefer the exile. Even the Dalai Lama was expelled from Tibet when Mao TSE Tung ran over them. But time again put everyone in place: the Dalai Lama travels the world with lectures about Buddhism, and Mao “fell” into the abyss. By the way, Salvador Dali is the perfect canvas, it’s called “Moerlin”. Once Confucius was expelled from the country because he destroyed the walls of the city, which was ruled by noble families. And after a while returned home. Human stupidity – whose/the trick. Always. Just as there are laws of physics in nature, there are laws in the social world that are directly related to nature. That is – these laws also should not be violated, as the laws of physics. The capriciousness of nature here does not help. It is advisable to think about what you’re doing, otherwise you risk flopping into the trough with manure. It’s a figure of speech. Turnover. I mean – you’re gonna look gross. The career of a righteous man always begins with the fact that he inevitably falls into a living hell. From there, he will get to the shore – in purgatory. And then, the breakdown of brow the gates of heaven and is proud to join them, having lost the ability to think properly. Shall I tell you how the halo flashes above your head? This may only be seen once. Quite an unexpected sight. Beautiful. Majestic. But, to tell – you will not tell anyone. They start laughing. Finger pointing. Crazy to call. They know better. In General, “duiba” if it is not backed by a professional focus, a real peace of garbage. Everyone you allow, with great pleasure spit in your head, and he, in the meantime, will do what he likes. Let them turn to experts on mental issues from three to ten thousand per hour. Give them the opportunity to plant currency savings in a professional psychoanalyst and they will begin to think carefully what to do. Send them to the Rostov cross club, where the whole factory is quite wise psychologists. This club, once, was founded by Mikhail Litvak and did a terrible job on its development. This guy knows how to do it. The only drawback of this club – in front of you no one will dance chacha on the table and play an imaginary violin. Unlike fake psychologists, cross-country psychologists will begin to break down your inner walls, remove defensive reactions, if you understand what we are talking about. They will teach you how to handle stressful situations. That’s possible. After all, the process of quality psychotherapy is not as pleasant as it may seem. What’s the point because I see a lot of friends, ready at any moment to provide support. If you can put it that way, of course. In fact, they cannot give me any support – I am their support. My friends won’t let me get what I want. They hold me. Jealous. I don’t have time to sit with them and constantly entertain, or to wipe the tears, snot, Poo. They’re adults – may include salaries of professionals. There they will learn to understand the social situation. There they will be taught normal treatment of people. There they will learn to work, not to work under a stick. Enthusiasm. Altruism. Nobility. Perhaps the most important life guidelines of any prosperous society. I don’t accept the appearance of help instead of help. I do not recognize the appearance of friendship, instead of friendship. I do not recognize the appearance of social status, instead of status. These guys think so: you see, I did you a favor, now you owe me. If you correctly understand the structure of nature, the structure of the social plane, then you must first understand that brotherly love (Agape – in Greek) contains a function – love your enemy. When they say, I helped you, and now you help me – he will help someone else who will be closer. You can be sure of that. Everyone’s so arrogant, I see. Many people think that the world revolves around them. That’s not so. Pride, vanity, authority – vices from which it is necessary to get rid. Give me a chance to live free. I got this. I’ll be back anyway. Long live a free life impossible. The exception here is erotic love – love between a woman and a man. It is exceptional in nature. Its roots go so deep that life without a loved and capricious person is difficult to imagine. Though, you can fall in love with another/the other. But then, whether you want to or not, all over again have to feel. In General, erotic love is once and for life. I despise talking about Dating, hanging out, making a wedding in a hurry. Uncompromising destiny will bring you back to the place. Quickly or slowly – but will return, not hesitate. You gasp when round and round you meet a person, causing fear in you prior to intercourse. Let us once again: I am not against friendship – I am against mutual responsibility; I am not against love – I am against love not with whom it is necessary. As famously said Vladimir Makanin, when said pair matched in heaven, but feel like the fate to the fate lapped, not everyone is able. I hate social media and trying to add hundreds of friends by sorting them into categories. I see social media as a huge super mega-supermarket. Business platform for the sale of goods and services. There’s nothing more to do. Therefore, I am not surprised that people sit for days with Odnoklassniki or Vkontakte, because we still, let’s not forget, consumer society, we want or do not want. We even consume so-called friends. Openly declare friendship I am interested only if its goals coincide with mine, and my public. As long as society is not interested, the problems of personal progress and the evolution of the population in the state – I refuse to be friends. Although I have a lot of time and effort pay of those who surround me. Although, they are very annoying that indifferent. Although, I wanted to spit on the prejudices of the people, is not conducive to my development or the development of its own. Let them do what they want, so long as they don’t touch me. Partly, when I need someone’s support, all I hear is: go work and earn; stop doing nonsense (I mean – literature); who do you think you are, and so on… Who do you think you are, my dear friends?! Do you think I should support you all my life for your pants, without having the slightest hope for a better life? I’ve gone to such an extreme in these sacrifices that it’s hard to believe I’m capable of something like this. I give the last to the first beggar I meet without regretting the departed. I lost everything: the apartment I inherited, the job where I earned a hundred thousand rubles a month, the woman I love more than life itself. So, friends, when you say to me, go to work. You will first appreciate what I have sacrificed for you, and I continue to sacrifice. We sit in my kitchen at night, drinking tea, discussing Boobs. Instead, I could write a couple more pages, maybe not a new novel, but that’s my main job. Literature is the craft by which I earn my living. Creativity is a property of the mind that fills emptiness. Genius is a property of the mind that allows one to progress intellectually. Friendship is a system of relationships that allows the whole herd to evolve intellectually. I’m cynical. Yes. It’s you in me brought up the cynicism and neglect of the people. You made me like this. Are you saying I’m wrong? “I wanted to help you.“Well, help! Fuck you I dark forest talking about?! Help is to contribute to my development and to achieve my cherished goal. You wanted to – then, changed your mind? What’s the matter? And a whole generation will follow me and help the others. And you, during this time, you will be where/there, but higher. I despise hypocrisy, attempts to justify the situation by window ways. Let’s not forget that we are a consumer society, and this implies a consumer attitude towards people. We are not a social society, because money, salary, jackpot, rollback, today are the highest value. Remember, by chance, a book by Dale Carnegie where much is said about the value of friendship? He viewed friendship as a potential capital, expressed in three hundred and sixty-five million dollars, which he earned on their enterprises. Smile. You got screwed. Society taught me cynicism, capris and prenebrezhimo. Society has brought up an enemy of the people in me. But the biblical commandment says: love thy neighbor as thyself – love thy enemy, for he is always near. I see people walking around in sheep skins all the time, afraid to drop their disguises. Sincerity is the basis of a good friendship. I don’t get used to any company. But it’s the failure of the society that raised me to be what I am now to accept me as I am now. With all the guts. I don’t need anyone. But please don’t forget that I’m just like all of you. I, too, like all of you, believe in the power of capital. I, too, like all of you, know how to gently cheat. I, too, like all of you, love to be a Freeloader. Why are you rejecting me? Well, the problem partly lies in the fact that I will naebo your system of perception of the world. You’ll have to recreate yourself. And so we returned to the subject, Cho could immediately kill all in their lazy brains: what I do is called psychoanalysis. So, not idle talk my nerves if you don’t like my point of view, a blow to the experts, where for ten Grand an hour, you will put brains into place. Any one of you is a potential enemy of the people. Don’t believe? Skin the sheep. Let’s see what you are not a cynic, not a hypocrite, not a fan of keeping your finger on the pulse of society. One day, I go to the pub and meet there a familiar face. He pays, and I see out of the corner of my eye that his bill is painfully similar to the Euro. As it turned out, it was a new dvuhlitrovuyu. I have not met, and therefore, asked, jokingly, of course, only in jest, asked if he began to trade currency. This is quite in line with the character of a particular person, with his sly smile and ability to fill the ears. He was so confused, at first, barely