Playing the other side of the medal is like looking in the mirror of his neck. And look in the mirror head is absolutely stupid. But you learn by playing. That words are just words, you can not hear if you do not want and you can not want to hear. And even if we were living in the world on the other hand, would not change anything. The prospects do not change the size, the points of view do not change the unity of reality. The waves of the sea can never be without chasing or exceeded, and join in a moment that does not provide for eternity. Are amplified and collide and cancel each other and melt where the only thing that remains is just the salt in the sun that shines as gold spikes from scratch anger. Two parallel lines never meet, and this goes beyond the superficiality of things you can touch, beyond the surface that you can judge, because every line drawn from reality intersects at one point that we are not able to discern. But two parallel lines never meet, and at least you can be sure that there is no point in the fiction that blinded soul. The soul that runs scared from a light so strong that it cancels the senses. The other side of the coin, if you see her say that does not exist. You can not educate for death.
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