DEATH IN words is no grasped. An isolated word, a detail of a plan can be understood, but the meaning of the escapes. Once you know the number 0, you believe you know the number 1, because 0 plus 1 equals 1. But 1 is not 0 plus 1 in everlasting union unless you understand the meaning of plus. One word cannot hurt. In the mankind adds words together to make a sentence. As they the sentence, they learn order. Undo the sentence and you undo order. The is a cell, the word a padlock on meaning. Warning! Every is for life without parole. Meaning has become a shared pleasure, and passed on like a message between prisoners. People think is another word for chaos. But in reality it is complex. Legend embodies it in a sound that enables it to spread all the world.
Time is like a circle which is described: The declining arc is the past, the inclining arc is the future. The noise of is the present clamouring to be heard above past voices raised in for lost future. But the past is all one can know in his life. It is the of all life, and this quality cannot be changed by any means. No one has lived in the or will live in the future. Memory is bid to transfix the flow of time or encompass the infinite dimension of space. It is restricted to privileged moments, like death, in a syntactic that, tone by tone, shape into music. Music is the illumination of the unbridgeable distance, as vast as space, thought and act. Music the past in attempting to relive it. You cannot know real time by listening to music. At best it is a damage exercise on eroded memory. You cannot reverse with a sound signal. The presents its future, it advances in a straight line - yet, like a serpent swallowing its own tail, it ends by coming circle.
You more of what has been that of what will. The forms and are too complex for human understanding.A simple instruction is usually to put into execution. We have developed by leaps and bounds, by electronic brains that developed by posing and solving problems beyond human comprehension. A calculating man is a coward. have to do profit and loss. To die is a loss, to live is a gain, the calculating man decides not to die. The who chases two rabbits misses both. If you must fail, fail splendidly. Hunt two tigers. The of human problems is birth. The cure of human problems is logic. Hell or people? Several of our circuits are looking for the solution to riddle. Problems [living and dead material, people and ideas] have been assimilated. The unassimilatables simply been erased, into a holographic error.
We see the you no longer see. The truth is that the essence of man is and faith, courage, tenderness, generosity and sacrifice. The rest is the monolith, created by progress, whose is to and project the complex of control. Each man carries the seed of his own death. Everyone lacks electricity, so behave illogically. The acts of men, carried from past centuries, will gradually destroy them. We are merely the means of this destruction. We do not moralize. We record, calculate, conclusions and produce replies which are difficult and impossible to codify. We an above average intelligence. We are in mortal need of superior intelligence. At other times we have no less mortal distrust of them. The of so called society is not an evil volition to subject their people to the of indoctrification or the power of finance. It is simply the natural ambition of any organism to plan all its actions. In words, minimize quantities. Before, nothing. After, nothing. Everything we shall be accomplished. Once you understand this, burn it. If you don't understand this, burn it. We on your freedom. The chance won't come again. The key to the riddle is to accept the of a key. Kapital is the key.