questfortruth
Well-Known Member
Introduction:
The cat is looking through the glass.
An emptiness approaches us.
It quiets any sound of pain.
The roof is hit by acid rain.
But don't you worry, dear mom,
I am your cat till trumpet sound.
discussion:
Life is like a game that has rules.
The rules become crazier with time.
But the essential rule:
The player is not allowed to think that
he is in the game and that life has unspoken
rules. Why? Because satan is there,
but he does not exist. The satan is the craziness.
It is satan who makes you think that there are
rules of the game.
The cat is looking through the glass.
An emptiness approaches us.
It quiets any sound of pain.
The roof is hit by acid rain.
But don't you worry, dear mom,
I am your cat till trumpet sound.
discussion:
Life is like a game that has rules.
The rules become crazier with time.
But the essential rule:
The player is not allowed to think that
he is in the game and that life has unspoken
rules. Why? Because satan is there,
but he does not exist. The satan is the craziness.
It is satan who makes you think that there are
rules of the game.
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