Okay, maybe my wings and learned to fly.
T iene reason among almost transparent touch that line between awkward and conform to ignore details, there is undefined.
but I can not breathe deep, let it touches me every fiber and watch my heart is sincere.
say, the philosophical language, that time does not exist.
Grannies complain because they see things happen and returned. And men connected with external life preaching that the time is simultaneous.
Perhaps, that to pay the costs of delay or immaturity indecision is a myth ... just prehistoric minds typical rigid (or "typical IM rigid mind?) . Maybe you just want to feel freer, more hopeful, hold on to something, some reason, even if it is vague .
Then God that made us able to imagine?
Ya. Are my dreams.
Well, also said that the existence of something does not determine its usefulness, that is, not because something exists (which is in the world) necessarily be useful for something . Perhaps only and just imagine, dream, fantasize and devised its own sake.
And who cares.
have hoped things, then we put things in the world.
That is the power co -creator.
Nobody has said no, but ourselves and between ourselves.
And if we say no ... what right do they have?
No no ... the contrary, what obligation do we have to listen to them?
Moral of the parties could : Just do and defend it .
