The whole city is roaring in the void of nonsense.Ĩ.
A city that moves into emptiness and truth is silent in it, the silence of egoism and the cry of the ego. Hidden in the silence of illusion, the city is immersed in the sleep of unconsciousness. A city shrouded in secrets, a city that darkens with vices day and night. A dark city lit by a fog of serenity of thoughts. Technology for managing desires through selfishness.ħ. Directs the circulation of the stream of life to certain channels of destiny.
The city is so cold and mechanical, the society is like a complex techno machine that controls the flow of people. The universe of loneliness is expanding and people are moving away from each other because of their thoughts.Ħ. people do not really see each other, they see their thoughts and goals. Life is a microchip in the subconscious, we act according to a certain scheme of the algorithm, which is called the rhythm of life.ĥ. We are tired of life, but our microcircuit has not expired. Not resigned to what they should have understood. We did not understand this microcircuit of fate. We hide our imperfection, because we are entangled in ourselves. Perhaps hypocrisy is not only selfishness, but also shame. We hide most of our lives under the guise of hypocrisy. The truth about us is a projection that we are all ashamed of. Programs living according to a certain algorithm. A street in which the epic landscape of life is visible. A tired evening in it the heaviness and silence and calmness from the fact that we have lived the next day are felt. We are locked in life, but someday we will be in space next to God.Ģ. Limitations on our mind for truth for will. We are limited by life itself in a small body. What we do every day and we have little space to live. We are not able to lie because we can see through who we are and what we are. All non-living ones look at us like these fish. An empty life from within is transparent to the gods.
#Mod api the forest fly out of body free#
It's amazing how cramped our life is and perhaps more free after death. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you.ġ. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Initially, authorities said only Anisa could leave because she is not a Palestinian ID holder and is allowed to fly out of the airport in Israel. Chris Coons to try to get permission for the father and daughter to fly home. Family members have been working with the U.S. I think it will be interesting( to) fly in and fly out, staying in the camp for the time being.
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