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07.01.2011

Новогодний фейерверк (салют)

I often see a dream. I live on planet Earth in the huge ice country. It is a bad dream. It presses on me by blackness and hopelessness. I want to wake up and I can not, and therefore the dream becomes even more awful.
What is a reality? We know about it a bit. We are blind men who try to dissertate about the elephant by different parts of its big body. We can only talk about what we can see or touch. We can not understand concept of infinity.
I can not see the Universe as a whole. Where is the beginning and end of everything? I don't know.
We have primitive mind. Our mind is so sound asleep that this nightmare we consider as a unique reality. We do not believe in God, we struggle with God and we say that the monkeys are our ancestors. It's a nightmare, is not it? We are a tribe of spiritual eunuchs, blind, fruitless and hopeless.
The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters. It seems we have produced Monsters enough that this nightmare became eternal.
I wish all to wake up.
Merry Christmas Russia!
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