But the question is, which means born?

< Felix Komarov



Because I was born to it of itself is not)))) "
(From the correspondence with N ..)

But the question is, which means born?
Whether born cloud in the sky?
When a grain of sand is called a heap?
When there is a drop in the sea?
And somewhere around the beginning and the end?
It's all there, and all the lives, of course.
But where? In the mind, where is the mind lives?
Where is the heart that lights up and goes out in pain?
Where measures the time we watch?
favorite images?
Where to go Where did we come to these dreams?
How strange to live without knowing the beginning.
Without the knowledge and means without making yourself ...
But only see himself in everything solubility.
Self rescue, hiding from others,
Their naming hell or paradise ...
And doubt that doubt.
Yet to live, no matter where and how.
Let beam unknown bosons,
Or another fantasy about life ...
Hot tea, cold lemonade,
Embrace open
favorite ... And the tears at the funeral ...
Both life and death are separate and united.