God gives birth to you, raises you, fills you with desires, regrets, joy, bitterness, anger, readiness to forgive, and then returns you to his bosom. But you are not this schoolboy, and not this spouse, not this child, and not this old man. Realization is what you are. And if in fluctuations and changes you feel like a branch inseparable from the olive tree, then changes will also have a taste of eternity. Everything around you will become inviolable. (Citadel)… not much of what fills me in recent days, I can put into words, but some of it breaks out on its own... Memories of 4-5 years ago... Understanding that life continues without me...I remember the moment in my life when I realized this. It was like I was separated from the world. It’s as if I was born again only when I was already in my body. When suddenly it became clear to me that everything was already there. Everything that surrounds me lives its own separate life. People walk down the street in their own direction. At that moment, rain poured from the Sky, and he only strengthened his understanding of his independence and, at the same moment, separation from the world. I stopped. And everything was moving. I was not walking down the street alone, but I lived my life, just like everyone else who walks. I understood this, but not everyone walking now understands this. It hurts, it's withdrawal. This is a terrible understanding that you are nothing. I remember my maximalism and desire to influence everything and everyone. Confidence that everything happens as I need it only when I want it. But I was standing at that moment when others were walking. I stood while it rained. Everything happens outside of me and at the same moment, I am part of this whole picture. Cars move, those who, as it seems to them, control them sit in them. One thing replaces another. And it hurt me. And at that very moment I understood the inevitability, and the Bliss of pain. Blessing this pain. Then I realized that the world lived and will continue to live without me... Even though I am part of this world, it is independent of me. Just like I am independent of him. It hurted me. Then I called this moment the moment of growing up. Or rather, the moment of rebirth. Just like at the moment you were born, your mother experiences incomparable pain, in which Love for her child is born and all the torments that she endured are erased from her memory instantly - she recognizes independent Love. So I, at that moment, learned that there is Love. Love just like that. Love is Freedom. That pain showed me Love. That pain opened my eyes to the World. That pain brought me closer to the treasures of the Universe - to the Virtues of the World. One of which I touched on is Gratitude. Gratitude just like that. Gratitude for everything and, first of all, for that Pain-Love. Then it seemed to me that something in me had broken. It was as if I myself had been broken in half, and I even seemed to hear a click. I remembered that rainy spring day many times. And only today I was able to describe the effect when I separated from the world. I separated from the world and only then stopped resisting it. Until that moment, I was connected with the world, and I fought with it. I confronted him. It was only when I separated from the world that I realized that I was inseparable from it. But I am I. Paradox. Man is neither white nor black. Man is invisible. Truly the Man is inside you. It is the one who remains colorless. Man is the Golden Ratio. That thread that is not there, that cannot be seen or touched. What is impossible to touch even with the inner gaze, even with a thought it is impossible to feel a Man. But I know for sure that He exists! He is not black and not white. He is not the one who makes a choice between this or that. To be Human is to be yourself. This does not mean that there is no black and there is no white. It is. Just like there is day and night. Even Life and Death exist too. This is like Heaven and Earth in the ordinary understanding of man. There is a horizon that seems to exist, which seems to be visible. But what is a horizon? That CONDITIONAL line that divides earth and sky, but it does not touch either one or the other. Where does the line between tree shadow and sunlight begin and end? She'sthere is, but it cannot be reified. Man is what gives meaning to everything. Truly Man does not live by material things, He lives by the Meaning of things. A person is something that combines black and white, without being either one or the other and without even touching it. The world will not be complete if there is only white or only black in it. There is this and there is another, but only Man gives it meaning. The existence of any one thing is meaningless. Man is not just neutrality or a vacuum. Perhaps a True Man is born when light touches shadow, but not when the same sides touch the man himself. To be a Man means to realize one’s impartial involvement in the whole world. Being Human does not mean being inert. To be Human means to be active. The activity is not towards any pole "+" or "-". But the activity is inward. The ability to be yourself does not mean being white or black. The ability to be yourself means knowing that there is one and the opposite of this. Imagine how two currents move towards each other with frantic, infinite force. And so they met, they collided - their strengths were equal. These flows are directed upward at high pressure towards each other. But none of them penetrate one another. They don't mix. That space that arises between them is a Man striving upward. In order to become oneself, one must equally understand what is black and what is white. It is not simple. Even when you understand it. There are two beginnings. In every moment, be able to not join in any of them. By denying one thing, you join another, and you are no longer you.... Seeing my reflection, seeing myself in you, I understand who I am. This suggests that I am not yet me. And if I don't see myself in you, it's not me either. This is even further than when I see myself. When I see myself, I am closer to myself. The reflection of the United Fire tells me how much closer I am to myself. The power of the Fire that is in me tells me about my closeness to myself. The hotter He is OUTSIDE, the further away I am. The hotter He is inside, the closer. When I burn from the inside, then I am me. Burning out does not mean dying. Burning out does not mean living. (Live and die in the understanding of the earth.) While you are here, try to be yourself as much as possible. Know how to be yourself. Learn to be the Golden Ratio....Sometime in search of new meaning If ever a day comes when we cannot be together, keep me in your heart and I will be there forever.A.A. Milne “Winnie the Pooh and all-all-all” The most precious thing is life. Don't be afraid to live your “only” time. Don't think you're alone here. Living and giving life is true immortality. Live and “help” others live. To live in the name of Life itself. The meaning of life is after death, perhaps someone’s death... To give it to another. You are the Continuation - part of Eternity... “Leaving” can only be natural, natural. Only after the wear and tear of that “shell of you” that is powered by the self-generating Unit of Light - God in you (which is also you). You are Eternity. Part of Her, without which Eternity is not Eternity. There is always meaning! Hello and goodbye I will evaporate, I will run away, I will fly away like a bird I will come to you, you will dream of me You will remember me only with a kind word Only you and I will not meet again. The leaves will fall and snow will fall. Sad words, you are not around. The leaves will fall and the rain will wash them away. These are all words, and you wait for me. Don’t try to create me again - it’s useless. I can’t live with you - I’m cramped in reality. You will cry, or maybe you will find someone else. Just remember that somewhere I still exist. These are all words, and you wait for me... Lee Tonya A person does not die. He imagines that he is afraid of death, but he is afraid of the unexpected, of an explosion, he is afraid of himself. Fear of death? No. When you meet death, it no longer exists. (Military pilot) Life is eternal, like Love. Like one endless thread. One penetrates into the other. Everything in the world is born and dies and nothing knows about it, or rather, it knows this Great Knowledge and is not afraid. Only man suffers from ignorance of Him. Like a tree dresses with new leaves in the spring and)