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05.06.2011

Oh world, world! Where are you going? Who does want think about it? Nobody. Humanity lives like animals and the animals have no intellect. Our ancestors have created the great culture, and we..? We destroy it very well. Our ancestors have left us the knowledge, and we..? We can not understand it. Our ancestors have told us life's mystery about, and we..? We don't belive them. A man want to have a comfort life. What is it? It's life with no regret and compassion. Our ideal is the Terminator. He is the perfect machine without feels and emotions. We like him, we admire his strength and invulnerability. We want to be like him. Why? We need strength of mind and not strength. We need inspiration, creation, energy of thought and love. The Terminator will never create "Mona Lisa" or a Requiem. He will never look at the stars because it is not necessary for him. Love, life, death... all will alien to him.
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