On The Wings of Hope : Prose

It is possible to pass by road of life and to reach last point. It is possible to creep windbreaks and bogs to come to the same road again. Not any experience is valuable for a way.

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The consciousness is capable to age and rejuvenate. For the one who has found a child in himself time is ready to turn back.

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When both the past and the future disappears, only present remains. When there is only present – the time is no more.

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It’s impossible to predict the duration of own life, but one can choose its width. The one who chosen the wide road will have more fellow travellers.

It’s impossible to feel taste and distinguish flashing landscapes of own life, moving with too high speed. The one hastening to live is hastening to die.

Ignorance of the general traffic regulation, as well as ignoring of other moving ones can become a cause of accident. The understanding of rules and psychology of those moving comes with experience.

Everyone starts from his last point. The point of destination is same for all.

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It’s possible to travel own road, creeping. It’s possible to pass it on foot. One can soar high and fly through it. Both three options lead to one point, but only from height of the bird's flight all way is clearly visible.

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Nobody came back from death doors in the same kind as he entered it. Either there was nobody to come back, or one’s clothes were different.

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When you approach the border of own "I", a chasm of despair reveals before you.

When you see events and people of the past, now forever left far behind, and rush in a search of irrevocably lost, a chasm of despair lives nearby.

When you realize all senselessness of former life without awakening, a chasm of despair opens under your feet.

When you understand that it will be impossible to return, once started travelling your way, but only accelerate your steps – you accept a chasm of despair.

There is a bridge through a chasm, but it passable only alone. Those fallen into a chasm and those crossed the bridge to the end never return.

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The one aspiring to slow down time will not be in time. The one hurrying events will not be in time. Only the one going with natural speed of his Way always comes and leaves in time.

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The star which has fallen in hands cannot be kept.

The star which has fallen in hands cannot be sold.

It is possible to absorb its beauty, giving it the new form.

The form is not capable to show all beauty of stars.

The one who never saw start will also reject all forms.

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We are blind from a birth, but not everyone realizes that he is plunged into the darkness.

There is a switch in a dark room, but is it so easy to group it in the dark ? The switch is high up, and man is small from a birth.

There are a lot of things which you will inevitably come across in darkness. They seem much more terrible, than they are actually.

Each of us has his own room, plunged in darkness.

It is possible to accept a dark room for a native habitat and to take out judgments about world, without seeing. A simple way for many is the most attractive.

It is possible to grow gradually, and to touch walls consistently, sooner or later having come across the switch. But not all of us are given that much time.

It is possible to try to grope it, being small, and to put a finger in the socket. Not everyone is capable to endure painful shock being received and furthermore to continue searches once again.

It is possible, moving exclusively instinctively, to upraise hands upwards and in a desperate jump to turn it on miraculously. How many people possess such inborn instinct ?

When the switch is found, the darkness dissipates, and the room appears in its true form.

Those who stayed in darkness for too long bright light could blind for a while.

It’s never possible to put the joy of those awakened into words.

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As your own "I" is being dissolved, you start to hear the music of the heavens.

Personal desires and ambitions deform it, but are not capable to force to break off.

The one realizing his true nature becomes a tool for music.

The Awakened One, travelling the path of Existence is the source of the purest sound of stars.

29.09.2010

To the People of Now

2012. Google Edition

2012. The mankind naively expected the Second Coming, total Windows Epic Lose and the end of NATO war in Afghanistan.

Meanwhile the small fur animal of uncertain color stalked them from completely different direction…

Restriction : 18+-

Achtung : Obscene lexicon detected.

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The improvised dialogue between Google and Anonymous.

Anonymous : * Turns on netbook and launches Google Chrome OS. *