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Penetration Beyond the Rational. Sublimation. Transformation. A Kaleidoscopic Play of Strange Forms of Consciousness. Metamorphoses.

This is so interesting how I used to think that my life was one of the most possibly difficult ones... Now I can see that I'm not alone. I mean yes its freaking not easy but some of those folks that I used to think had better lives (like you can get one on demand) actually are really struggling in ways I would never be able to handle.

Don't be afraid. Lies are not the reason for all human troubles. Lies are a result of a sickness, of fear. Fear of being rejected by people, by society, fear of loss. Human life is often all about consumption. We accumulate material possessions and use them to wrap ourselves as if in a cotton-ball blanket. This blanket separates us from real, true living.

We live by the clock. The alarm rings at 7. All my clocks are set ahead. I don’t like being late, but I can never seem to be on time. So, I set different clocks to different times ahead. And I try to catch up. Usually, I manage, but sometimes I miss the mark and arrive early. But I always have a book with me. 9:00. I have a meeting. Give me a piece of Osho, and I’ll fill this waiting period with invaluable information. 11:00, I’m at work. Monitoring. The Simoron forum. The friend feed. I want everything, and I want it now. 12:00. Time to eat. Better now. Yakitoria. 6 cucumber rolls, 6 California rolls without my favorite flying fish roe, a cold red tea. 12:40. Back to the office, monitoring. Today, I found 7 articles. They’ll go into the European monitoring. Damn it, how do you translate "sublegal act of the Communications Law”? Multitran is down today. 14:56. Wow! I won’t make it to send the monitoring to London! I realized at the last minute. Managed to do it. 15:25. Alex Harris from BM-London entered all my articles. So, I didn’t make a mistake in choosing them. Sometimes, he misses one or two, which means they weren’t important. 16:00, midday. Something to eat, otherwise, by the end of the workday, I’ll feel it under my ribs. Tea with sugar substitute. Hibiscus. Is that okay, dear? Simoron forum, friend feed, conversations with the press, mail, corporate newspaper “SAN Interbrew”. 17:45. What, already?! 15 minutes to go home. I don’t want to get up. At 17:56, I get up and go to dress. At 18:05, I start the car. The clocks in the car are also set ahead. I get confused when I synchronize the time. If at 9:45 by the car’s clock I’m not at work, it means I’m late. 19:45 on the clock. Danik is waiting for meat. Keys. Clothes – on the bed. Meat – for the cat. The cat’s pot. Computer. Internet. Simoron forum. Friend feed. 20:58. Anya leaves ICQ. She looked at the clock, saw the hands pointing to nearly nine in the evening, and told herself, "It’s time." Time to go home. If it weren’t for the clocks, she’d still be working. If it weren’t for the clocks, I’d be sitting in the cinema. If it weren’t for the clocks, I wouldn’t wake up. Clocks are humanity’s number one enemy. We need to remove all clocks, and then we’ll have TIME. Time to LIVE…

Торжественно признаю обусловленность моего счастья внутри социума. Множество условий и условностей мне удалось обойти и обогнуть. […]

...when you wake up, and he's right next to you, as if he's been there all night and never left, even though in reality, he's 500 miles away from you.

If someone had told me that I would pack for a two-day trip with an unfamiliar man to a place where mobile phones don’t work and a four-wheel-drive vehicle is required, I might have believed it. But not immediately.

Honestly, I was drawn in by Jack Nicholson. Almost all of the films with him have been incredibly good. Maybe I should have listened to myself and that “almost.” However, calling this movie a "failure" would not be fair.