Loken
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when I disappeared from the forum, the pile of ashes remained untouched...
nothing. but I've had all sorts of problems since the end of February, as you can see.
but I believe that everything will return to normal.
to normal...
it's sad, isn't it? sometimes, normality can be so bleak. sometimes, even abnormality can be perceived as a blessing. like a ray of light. like sunlight breaking through the canopy of trees in a dark, ancient forest.
but what is "normal"? for me, there is no normal. what is it? a set of mandatory actions? or a list of mandatory qualities? is drinking from the age of twelve normal?
and losing your virginity at thirty? no?
a normal person lives in a two- or three-room apartment, goes to work, and has one or two children. they don't pay attention to other normal people. what business does a normal, sane person have with passersby? none. is a homeless person normal? no. and why? because they don't have a two- or three-room apartment. is a contract worker normal? of course not. they risk their own skin. a reckless person. is that a normal person? what, in essence, do expressions like "I'm normal" mean? such a concise phrase contains so much information. Russian is an excellent language. no worse than any other. a perfectly normal language. and so what? and the hands? the taste of fingers is just the taste of fingers, nothing special. the right hand washes the left. and the left doesn't even know it. and human hair can be used to make tow. is that normal? is it okay? or is it just "normal"? and you can do a lot with it. but what's worse? what can be done, or what might come to mind? don't you find that amusing? for some people, a daisy is associated with a shark. that's also amusing, isn't it? a cube has several faces. if some of them are not weighted, and the cube is made well, then the chance of any of them appearing is the same. does that mean that every minute of their life, a person is capable of making a choice that tips the scales of the most complex balance in millions of directions? are they capable of bearing it? or of returning the cup to its original position? is it that easy to remove the weight? and if it's welded on? what then? place a new weight on the other cup, right? or freeze in indecision. or maybe you can saw off the unfortunate arm of the scales, discarding the cup with the weight welded to it? does that mean that the other half, holding the opposite cups, will fall out of the overall mechanism? is it possible to eliminate two probabilities at once? or will a new one appear in their place? or several. or maybe others will disappear. the cube may seem simple at first glance, but it is not. is there a way to only throw certain values? or maybe there's a way to simplify the cube. or complicate it. or turn it into a sphere. what then? then no probability will appear. they will give way to uncertainty. if you don't cheat and don't find a way to launch the ball. will variability turn into a new quality? cream is very tasty. the kind that is given out on airplanes, in small jars. to be honest, it's almost like water, but it's tasty in its own way. I just devoured a portion. did I take a fateful step? unlocking a chain of events with a fatal outcome? or did I just drink a jar of second-rate cream without coffee? how many cups could be involved? and could there be any at all? life is a series of black and white. that's what they say. this implies a string-like form of existence. to switch from one to the other in time. it's not a cube, not a sphere, and not even scales. that is, it's simpler. but is it really simpler? maybe the strip is thin, and you can fall off it? the cup is more convenient, it has curved edges so that the weight can be comfortably placed. and where to fall? into the abyss? onto a flatter reflection? on which you can slide and ride on your soles, like on the mirrored floor of a museum? and what will the mirrored plane of life reflect? a person, and above him - black and white stripes. and if you break through the surface? or is it monolithic? like a structure made of glasses, fastened with a special twine.
nothing. but I've had all sorts of problems since the end of February, as you can see.
but I believe that everything will return to normal.
to normal...
it's sad, isn't it? sometimes, normality can be so bleak. sometimes, even abnormality can be perceived as a blessing. like a ray of light. like sunlight breaking through the canopy of trees in a dark, ancient forest.
but what is "normal"? for me, there is no normal. what is it? a set of mandatory actions? or a list of mandatory qualities? is drinking from the age of twelve normal?
and losing your virginity at thirty? no?
a normal person lives in a two- or three-room apartment, goes to work, and has one or two children. they don't pay attention to other normal people. what business does a normal, sane person have with passersby? none. is a homeless person normal? no. and why? because they don't have a two- or three-room apartment. is a contract worker normal? of course not. they risk their own skin. a reckless person. is that a normal person? what, in essence, do expressions like "I'm normal" mean? such a concise phrase contains so much information. Russian is an excellent language. no worse than any other. a perfectly normal language. and so what? and the hands? the taste of fingers is just the taste of fingers, nothing special. the right hand washes the left. and the left doesn't even know it. and human hair can be used to make tow. is that normal? is it okay? or is it just "normal"? and you can do a lot with it. but what's worse? what can be done, or what might come to mind? don't you find that amusing? for some people, a daisy is associated with a shark. that's also amusing, isn't it? a cube has several faces. if some of them are not weighted, and the cube is made well, then the chance of any of them appearing is the same. does that mean that every minute of their life, a person is capable of making a choice that tips the scales of the most complex balance in millions of directions? are they capable of bearing it? or of returning the cup to its original position? is it that easy to remove the weight? and if it's welded on? what then? place a new weight on the other cup, right? or freeze in indecision. or maybe you can saw off the unfortunate arm of the scales, discarding the cup with the weight welded to it? does that mean that the other half, holding the opposite cups, will fall out of the overall mechanism? is it possible to eliminate two probabilities at once? or will a new one appear in their place? or several. or maybe others will disappear. the cube may seem simple at first glance, but it is not. is there a way to only throw certain values? or maybe there's a way to simplify the cube. or complicate it. or turn it into a sphere. what then? then no probability will appear. they will give way to uncertainty. if you don't cheat and don't find a way to launch the ball. will variability turn into a new quality? cream is very tasty. the kind that is given out on airplanes, in small jars. to be honest, it's almost like water, but it's tasty in its own way. I just devoured a portion. did I take a fateful step? unlocking a chain of events with a fatal outcome? or did I just drink a jar of second-rate cream without coffee? how many cups could be involved? and could there be any at all? life is a series of black and white. that's what they say. this implies a string-like form of existence. to switch from one to the other in time. it's not a cube, not a sphere, and not even scales. that is, it's simpler. but is it really simpler? maybe the strip is thin, and you can fall off it? the cup is more convenient, it has curved edges so that the weight can be comfortably placed. and where to fall? into the abyss? onto a flatter reflection? on which you can slide and ride on your soles, like on the mirrored floor of a museum? and what will the mirrored plane of life reflect? a person, and above him - black and white stripes. and if you break through the surface? or is it monolithic? like a structure made of glasses, fastened with a special twine.
Первый, кто был забанен за Правду.