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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. Mer...

  Demagogy is the mother of Policy.

Darwin's idea: evolution by natural selection is the ravings of a madman. He had revenged to God for death of his daughter.

Time. It's elusive, transparent, mysterious time. It passes by you and you notice it when already too late. It is invisibly dominating over everything, wiping out the countries and continents, changing a course of history and destinies. A millenium, a century, an year, a month, a decade, a week, a day, a hour, a minute, a second, a third, a millisecond, a micro second, a nanosecond, a picosecond, a femtosecond, an attosecond, a zeptosecond, an yoctosecond. It's Cronus devouring his children. I feel time not as revolution of the season and like changes which occur to people around me. I can see as change their souls. People lose faith and change their principles. Still yesterday he was young and innocent with a rapt gaze and the clear soul. Today, he is a lost soul. Time kills souls, transforming them into homogeneous black mass. Time kills our friends, transforming them into acquaintances. Time is the death. Be like children! All secret of eternal life is covered in these wo...

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! I love January, 1st because it's my favourite day in a year. Because it is the day of silence. I love silence of space when all fades in this world like in the first day of creation. There is no bustle, there are no unnecessary thoughts, there is nothing that can distract you from contemplation of the space. Therefore I like to get up early this day. This is the most peaceful day in a year. Probably, the ideal world  should look so. It's the world of the love and harmony. The silence is the beginning of everything. Only in silence I can see images and life sounding. Every year I wait this gift of destiny to take pleasure in loneliness of winter morning when the whole world is shipped in silence... I am happy!

  HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I am a professional artist but I don't want to call myself a modern artist because the modern art is anti-art. “We’ve reached the point where Laurence Llewellyn-Bowen might as well be an artist; all he needs is an empty room and some chalk. We pee on things, we pee into things, we pee over things… and call it art,” the art critic Brian Sewell said. “This will end in disaster. In another generation, it will be inconceivable that anyone will be taught how to paint. The blind are leading the blind. The head of painting at the Royal College couldn’t paint a Christmas card…Not enormously. I’ve looked over the edge at death in the past few years enough times; when you’ve done that, you no longer find anything much very depressing.” Now all is possible. Everyone has the opportunity to express himself how he wants, but from this freedom talents don't grow. There is no Giotto, there is no Velasquez, there is no Van Gogh, there is no Picasso. "Talent given by God and must return t...