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06.06.2011

A human is the unique creature of God and not of monkey. I want to see God-given talent into myself and not the monkey's gene. If the monkeys were our progenitor they would be the peoples now. But... Monkeys was, are and will monkeys. I don't speak that Darwin was wrong, but... To err is human. We can not know history of the world as it was indeed. We only know part of it. We are louses on Earth's body. We defenceless against any catastrophe, therefore we like the Terminator. I am afraid him, because he deprives me aspiration for development. Why must I have desire for development if the Terminator will do my work?
Who is the Terminator for me? It is our servile consciousness in captivity of technological progress. We are the slaves of comfort and time. We are running somewhere all time. Someone, something, somewhere... It's "Some" like a style our life. The Terminator is a homogenized man, mind, life for me. The wish is father to the thought. What do we want? We want only money, sex, drink, drug. There are no the thoughts about the beautiful, exalted, spiritual life in our world. Our world is coarse, rude, gross and brute. The Terminator celebrates victory!
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