Gent.mo Mr. God, if in its inscrutable wisdom, she was thinking of calling him my very modest person in this period of time, with this I humbly ask you, if possible, arrange for this to happen tonight.
Please understand that my request, as seemingly bizarre, is not moved by the sentiments that motivate souls often disappointed or dismissive, attitude, as Am sure you know as everyone knows, is far from my habits and my character.
This is actually a motivation, although not of immediate understanding of an aesthetic nature.
In my humanity groping in the dark, I immodestly think that you are far from the granite and distant figure that the practice, the Law and the teachings have given us. E 'on the contrary my firm belief that we all, your tiny children, we have during our short-lived and insignificant on the whole lifetime chance - let me say, at least a possibility - to raise their hands to heaven and touch your face and experience a perfect moment. Will Perhaps this is a long time now I walk around with their arms up: something that is similar to my all too often been interpreted as a sign of surrender, acceptance, which in time led me to be almost invisible and unworthy Reiten consideration in the course of human life of those around me, too tense and focused on self-satisfaction, but seemingly useless satisfying, and too heedless of who, or what, they can overwhelm the infinitely stupid search of the perfect roundness of the your navel. Heedless of this, and thinking of others, even with the thought only addressed to you, I have chosen in my conviction and continued to strive always and arms to the sky: you never know.
I believe, but trust your obviously confirmation or disconfirmation of my conviction, that moment comes for us all miserable His children, once in a lifetime, and everyone is able to capture the perfect moment.
Now, since human affairs are governed by the laws that she has decided to establish the nature and earthly events, I also believe there are signs of approaching events: the retreat of the sea and the calm before the storm, the roll of clouds before a storm, as is obviously the most well-known that (are things of which you own the rights to aeternum , after all, but I advise you to stay the eye, however, some multinationals I think they are trying to patent the same).
This mine is then pushed by the fact that I have recently also observed in natural or unnatural (because of the chaotic pressures of those around me regardless of other than himself), and conducted some signs of events which I suggest that time perfect for me to be able to happen next. And I really try not to miss it.
As my neighbors are now inclined to consider human affairs as absurdly complicated things when they are actually in my opinion so simple, and have also led to believe that their human experience is the only one worthy of consideration and commitment, and fuck (I Pardon the expression, please do sign on my account) the other, near or far, in the absolute pursuit of unattainable satisfaction of their ego and only one, I think I received the gift (in this case, she certainly contributed) or curse (so unlike then arrived to assume a hand of his party) to see the simplicity of things. And it is this. We
prey of ever-changing, dell'affaccendarsi a damn (with all due respect) what the other behind. While we are not interested in one, just because it is not important in itself (and who cares if it is for someone else), another rises, and a third threatened to strike from behind. E ' very rare, almost impossible to find a moment in life when everything is stopped for a moment, concluded before another begins. So rare as to be an almost unique: a perfect time .
That's my condition right now. In the words of a language to me, as Ella, of course dear, scientific, all indicators, all the tools around me, all of your physical and psychological which each of us is born unconsciously attached to dust, in my case are virtually zero. E 'close, close, imminent, and only the exact moment in which all are effectively zero. Human psychology (which in its very definition is a pseudo-science fundamentally incorrect and stupid) attaches high value to negative things like "sense of depletion, but it is not negative: Eastern thinkers as they say, for she certainly very expensive for the wisdom and simplicity that have always taught without that we were able to listen, my cup is empty, and only when it is empty and ready to be filled, to receive. Sitting still and surrounded from care of the fools who strive for mantain his cup is always full, even overflowing, pouring only the thick oil and smelling of his ego, I know that mine is empty, and I have a small, low, infinitesimal crystal of peace. I pity those who do not understand, and I regret not having had, in the final analysis, the sufficient skills to spread and to understand this simple reality. But in a world in which human beings everywhere are refusing to listen to His word, it is childish that I regret that I did not want to listen to me: you will realize how easy they are all too busy to listen only their own voice to hear anything else.
Let's see: I paid all my debts, I have no slope (I always slept badly thinking of having something to someone, and I always made a point of honor not to ask for favors but to those few and rare people who, like me, would never, ever thought of keeping a score, and then market in the temple of human relationships). I also paid the fee Rai, so far as I can not see the signal (what would be pleasing to my neighbors ... if you could put a word for what many people think that by now even his otherwise all-powerful intervention could bring about change, but I have a remaining glimmer of hope). Stamp duty, insurance, subscriptions, everything is in order. I have always been transcribed for the use of anyone then bring order, my bank codes, passwords and subscriptions which I use in my spare time. I do not have worldly goods, if not the car in which I move, and nothing that I have exclusive ownership, and with absolute lack of modesty, I say, sorry if it is little these days and in these years (I know, is pride, like kindly add this to my account, account being taken of the value of counter-trend towards so-called society of owning and appearance).
objectives are devoid of meaning, because all I had immodestly place I have met, or have reached the clear understanding that I have given reach (sorry for the confusion grammar of this sentence, grant me good-naturedly at my literary exercise a little poetic license). I have nothing to say because all I could, I said and repeated. I feel even more a sense of helplessness at seeing all my single words hit the ears and hearts of stone of pompous self-centeredness. I understand that our task, all of us, is to accumulate ideas, knowledge, experience, and communicate them to others. And if they want to listen or give you wash your hands, is beyond my control, and I reached a crystalline spiritual peace the immutability of this fact. Not because I believe you have absolute truths to reveal, but because I have my own, of truth, as my thoughts and my feelings and beliefs, and everything has to be the bases and reasons, and this should be worthy of a small, any attention, as it should be what concerns every human being. If
on board the plane unstable which cross the life I have been progressively pushed back, a row in a row, because the places of the Righteous were gradually self-assigned by those who would sit to stand in front of others, to use Brecht I'm happy to sit among those who remain, where a place is vacant. The opinions of others, or the sad absence of others' opinions, mercifully replaced by the false plenitude of the self, can not change the reality of things, and on this are clear.
I did what I could, maybe I missed in not fully realize my potential, of course I could have done more - she knows how much I loved the parable of the talents that gave us His Son (by the way, should He also extend to your esteemed Mom and my best regards). But there is nothing I can do, I can give assistance. I gave everything I had, and nobody seems to be imported. Here again, however, are peaceful, that my cup is wonderfully empty. The others? I want to say it clear, even if it cost me about another entry in my account name that you are taking it as his task that others Fuck them. Perhaps they will understand later, or perhaps will never understand, but it is not among my interests. They fucked up to care for me without even so much time, which I believe to be entitled to relief: thank you.
What interests me is to address my modest request, if she wants to consider. I would be glad to your visit this night, and I would like to offer you a huge coffee before we left for any-place-is, I would like to hear His voice and take comfort. I would like to gather, meet and have that perfect moment, where I can finally experience the bliss of a perfect smile, that I have almost forgotten the essence and the true nature, not seeing for some time a sincere, which comes from the heart , on the lips of others, and finding the strength to train them with mine.
On the sidelines, I would appreciate if possible, tomorrow, throw on a fucking bastard earth deluge of hail or something the genre, focusing on the area currently occupied by me, to put a fly in all those ears that have refused to listen to nothing but themselves. Indeed, should memorize a couple of hornets, just to be safe. Possibly should also unleash a bloody terremotuccio, with a couple of broken bones here and there - nothing serious, for heaven's sake, stuff cured in fifteen days unless complications, just something that some people say I fixed assets for a couple of weeks in bed, forcing them to do those two things in my memory I've never seen them do: 1) think, and 2) make a fucking examination of conscience.
I let Ella to indulge in choice - in the past, as reported in the book, I must admit that was able to show great imagination and was quite capable of capturing the attention of a lot of His children, Adam and Eve to Noah to Sodom to Egypt. At your discretion, therefore, a rain of frogs in crisis diarrhea, or a plague of all hamsters primitive, the sudden flash of all the flower beds located in "certain" balconies and gardens, a small flood drainage system directly into a list of processes that can provide you with surgical precision, resulting in repayment of one hundred liters (at least) of sewage. I would be watching this. Right now, among you certainly know that my phobias and my human and eternal uncertainty, I do not know whether there is "something" that I, would you accept my request, as it can know a posteriori event. But I chose to immerse myself in Pascal's wager. And at least take away that little satisfaction so far in almost 40 years I could not take your land.
Please do what she in fact from time immemorial, I would say from the Old Testament now, has lost the habit of doing: take a kick ass sound a bit 'of people. I can not do it, but it really is a show I would like to attend. Even from a place other than that, even after. And I do not believe that even she has resigned: I am approaching my perfect moment, and I really want to do it with optimism.
Sincerely and with the maximum estimate.
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