CORPSE ART

The diagnosis is ahead of the truth of the right action. The hand embraces the glass, and it is only half full of love. Do you want to heal the soul, the body or find the truth? Confess the truth and become neutrally tolerant. If you are lonely in your honesty, I should be the opposite of evil. But can I grasp the understanding of the truth? I do not judge, analyse, and succumb to the system of constraints. I am with you for a while, but I will remember forever.

What is the fate of the soul after the death of the body? Believing that there is no end to infinity is beyond that what the analytical mind can understand. The image of God is relative and subjective. No one has proved that God is a fiction. No one has explained whether God is a game of human hormones or a mistake in the electrical transmission of the brain. Who created whom? It is hard to live without God and turn to dust and oblivion. Every day I fight for immortality looking at those who lost this fight.

His living cadiceus transforms mud into gold, but people hungry for gold in its material form only see the interplay of forms and colours that they cannot understand.

Alienation takes the form of a shift into the process of dynamic pursuit of the elusive mystery of the creature hiding from the eyes of profane people.

A stunned and bewildered snowman stands in the field. Disruptions in the drive to creative activity led to emotional inhibition. Hatred for love has replaced the excitement. Attempts to elicit random emotions have lost out to internal criticism.

The internal tension broke the sense-making node. And only it will make you warmer, it will melt without a trace. It is, and as if it was not there anymore. Everyone will forget it because it wasn’t worth remembering. Do you want to end up like this?

I am a free man. I have no limitations in my thinking and acting. However, when I delve into myself, I understand that the entire world is a fictional shell. The illusion that I create in my own feelings does not provide the required certainty that I am free. This is just one step to paranoid schizophrenia. I have no right to judge others through the prism of my imperfection. I will never be objective because there is no objectivity. I will not find a truth that has not been defined, measured, or felt.

The mouth of the reservoir forms a current in which all elements mix under the evil eye of the gargoyle. People will find in this water the original purity, on the other side of the rock mass, which dynamizes and restores the life force.