"Then how can we understand Tolstoy Pushkin and therefore Russia
None of you understand Russia
You don't understand Italy without passing Dante Petrarch Machiavelli
how do we understand each other
abolish the border"
"There is a story that a man rescued a man who sank in a mud pond and risked his life. The two of them were lying on the edge of the mud pond, exhausted, and the man who was rescued said what were you doing, what an idiot?
"Nobody understands lunatics they are a drag we refuse to understand they don't understand their loneliness but they are closer to the truth"
"The voices of my predecessors told me that the mind is free to be free from the body, so I'm not always the same person. I can feel infinite things in an instant. The saddest thing about this age is that there are no more masters. The path of the soul is shrouded in shadows. We've got to listen to the sounds that seem useless We've got sewers in our heads School order Welfare insurance Listen to the bugs We've got to fill everyone's eyes and ears with big dreams There's got to be someone shouting "Build the pyramids" Can't do it It's okay we have to kindle this hope we have to stretch our souls to infinity if we want the world to move forward we have to go hand in hand we have to mix what is called "health" and "sickness" "healthy" people what's the point of your health for human beings Eyes are all forgotten to the abyss We're falling where freedom is useless If you don't have courage it's our eyes Don't eat and drink and sleep with us That's what's called "health" It's bringing the world to the brink of destruction People listen up you are Water is fire and then ashes bones and ashes in ashes
"Where am I if I'm not in reality and not in my imagination, this is my new covenant. The night will be sunny, and the snow will fall in August. The grandeur will not last. Only the small will last. Society will be united again, not divided. Look at nature and you will understand that life is very Simplicity must go back to where we came from, back to where we went in the wrong direction, we must go back to the source of life, no more dirty water, what the world is this, let the madmen tell you you should be ashamed"
"The sight is blurring. My strength is two indestructible spears. Deaf ears can only hear the thunder outside the old father's window. The solid muscles are shrinking like an old oxen. There are no more wings behind me. It's the burning candle that gathers the tears at dawn, who's cry, what pride, how to let go of the last ray of joy, and die softly, hidden in the boarding place, how can it illuminate the afterlife like words."
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