Even if one day we would ask me,. why we are there at all, and why the world is as it is, we will come to a stuttering, and find an answer to these questions. And even if you have found an answer vermeindlich it will still be contradictions, and it will turn out that we never get any response, the sense and logic contains.
I do not know what problem we have. Actually we should all be glad to lead such a life, where there are people who do not have the luck to have such a life. They differ from us, live their own life, and perhaps wish a life like ours. And despite all this thought, there is something that the whole object to them.
I can not confirm that life would be nice that I lead. And yet I live it. I have no way to change it, like a flower that is sometimes picked. She has no choice but to die.
And every flower is under a day.
Where to earth, and on this earth, perhaps growing at some time another flower that wants to start a new life. But see through see through only those who see with the heart, the nature, her acting skills, and that nature can damn well.
actors.
We live in a society that itself and the other plays to something. The fear of the truth is just too big. Some aspire to a better world, just as a spider might hope, makes to have a long life, and will not be trampled by us.
We're all on a different kind of killer. Unconsciously, we are killing every day nature of which we do not assume that this Feelings. Just as we pick a flower, and do not do not worry about whether there might at that very moment that the flower does hurt.
exactly Exactly, because we assume that a flower has no feelings.
We pick because it looks nice, but sees a field full of flowers is not more beautiful than a bouquet of flowers in the vase?
And despite that we are aware of the problems in a way that we do not mind. For no one dares, and everyone says that it would not be worth the first place. Our brain can not understand the meaning of life, can not understand it. Our brain may not be specialized to understand the meaning. Even the mathematics seems not to be able to help us since.
And to live if people would start to think why you are at this moment in this place, why you live, and how it actually feels like, he would go mad. Because our brain will not understand these things, and then plays us all from a false world.
And perhaps it may well be that our brains can not understand, but I think our heart is in a position to understand why we are here now, where we are.
our own fault we slide into the shoes of others, and are cynical of our fellow human beings respond to this debt. But rather than sit down and think about how all these can solve problems, humans prefer to discuss.
If we compare, for example, our life times with the flower, would we realize that we, or our soul will go down one day / will.
And I think that now begins to enter into our soul.