"Search in to itself and you will find all".
"The best happiness of the conceiving person - to learn learnt and easy to honour incognizable".
Nitsshe: "terribly human existence also is still deprived sense: the clown can become its destiny..." "... The person is the
bridge, instead of the purpose: it glorifies the midday and the evening, as a way to a new morning dawn..." "Be careful also
of scientists! They hate you: for they are fruitless! At them the cold, withered eyes, before them any bird lies oshchipannoj.
Similar people are proud of that they do not lie: but inability to lie it is still far not love to true. Be careful!. The fallen asleep
minds are not trusted by me. Who is not able to lie, that does not know that there is a true ".
As this was strange hoarse kamlanie Zarathustra after clear and a clear voice of the present thinker!.
It suitable has not found anything at Schopenhauer, - and it is not surprising, for in "worldly wisdom Aphorisms", by a
recognition of the author, it was a question, more, of how to be trained in art "to spend a life whenever possible happily and
easily". And it was found out nothing in "New testament", though it was read by "Apocalypse", as suddenly will become
engrossed in reading of verses ("... The fifth - sardonyx, the sixth - sardolik, the seventh - hrizolif, the eighth - virill..."). And in
Platon - too there was nothing, and, naturally, at George Berkli...
But Baruch Spinosa has not pumped up.
"Theorems of the Ethics proved in a geometrical order": "the Theorem 26. A thing which is defined to any action, it is
necessary it is defined thus by God, instead of defined by God itself define to action cannot".
"The theorem 27. The thing which is defined by God to any action, cannot make itself not defined to it".
Amin! To it there was nothing to add. And to time does not remain already: Lariskin "zaporozh" has begun to wheeze under
windows - night has come to an end, the operator has come back home, and it was necessary to clean urgently all this heap
of wisdom on a shelf, both to hide a diary, and to pretend that was read by titanic creation of a socialist realism - the novel
"the Board and a sword" (about which evil tongues used to say that it has been submitted to edition under the name "Schit
and throw")... Even it was terrible to think - to have a talk Larisky about Mission, Predetermination and the Destiny Hand...
Sometimes to love means - to be silent.
3Â December Lariska has laid down on preservation.
All the day they have vegetated in hospital while infinite and senseless formalities were settled. Lariska it was concentrated
and silent. He felt guilty, made an effort it to distract and entertain, frayed, as the young boyfriend, - sukonno and is
worthless, Lariska smiled sometimes with a great effort, but thought of the.
It came back already in the dark. Soft snow slowly fell in the light of lanterns. The world was silent and empty. The world was
pure and kind, from people in it there were only thawing chains of traces on fresh snow. And in itself(himself) he felt
unpleasant silence and oppressive emptiness in which something floated shaggy, multilayered and opposite, as the Chinese
tea mushroom. He has shy tried to understand, but anything, except multilayered sad and obstinate displeasure, inside in
itself has not found out.
He has understood that it resolutely does not like hospital in which Lariska has laid down. Certainly, it was very convenient
that the hospital absolutely near to the house - five minutes of slow walking, - but after all it was hospital in which mum has
died. And though Larisku have put in absolutely another, new, the case, he all the same recollected, should recollect, mum's
chamber - the huge hall closely filled with cots, TENS cots, and the spread wide skeletons of numerous droppers which are
sticking out on all hall, as certain lean metal cactuses, and uniform buzz-mutter-muttering of set of voices, and damp odorous
closeness, and woman's faces, persons, the persons indifferently turned to it... And the same hall in morning of death... For
some reason empty - tens empty, disassembled cots... Why? Why all have cleaned (and where?) from this chamber where
there was a death at night?. Perhaps, so at them it is accepted? Hardly... It has driven away this inappropriate now memoirs
and has forced itself to think of other.