история, поэзия, сновидения

doom death metal, melodic death metal, dark folk, nordic folk

Мирный воин, Начало, 47 ронинов, Тринадцатый этаж

К.Г. Юнг "Ответ Иову", И. Кант "Критика чистого разума", К. Кастанеда "Сказки о силе", Э. Эдингер "Эго и архетип", А. Рэнд "Атлант расправил плечи", Г. Майринк "Голем"

In real life, the hardest aspect of the battle between good and evil is determining which is which.

Joy is the goal of existence, and joy is not to be stumbled upon, but to be achieved, and the act of treason is to let its vision drown in the swamp of the moment's torture.

The tension of the future is unbearable in us. It must break through narrow cracks, it must force new ways. You want to cast off the burden, you want to escape the inescapable. Running away is deception and detour. Shut your eyes so that you do not see the manifold, the outwardly plural, the tearing away and the tempting. There is only one way and that is your way; there is only one salvation and that is your salvation. Why are you looking around for help? Do you believe that help will come from outside? What is to come is created in you and from you. Hence look into yourself. Do not compare, do not measure. No other way is like yours. All other ways deceive and tempt you. You must fulfill the way that is in you.

Ihr seid so viele
Leichtfüßige Rehe;
Zu neuem Spiele
Frisch aus der Nähe!
Ich bin der Jäger,
ihr seid das Wild.