Each of us has his own room, plunged in darkness.
It is possible to accept a dark room for a native habitat and to take out judgments about world, without seeing. A simple way for many is the most attractive.
It is possible to grow gradually, and to touch walls consistently, sooner or later having come across the switch. But not all of us are given that much time.
It is possible to try to grope it, being small, and to put a finger in the socket. Not everyone is capable to endure painful shock being received and furthermore to continue searches once again.
It is possible, moving exclusively instinctively, to upraise hands upwards and in a desperate jump to turn it on miraculously. How many people possess such inborn instinct ?
When the switch is found, the darkness dissipates, and the room appears in its true form.
Those who stayed in darkness for too long bright light could blind for a while.
It’s never possible to put the joy of those awakened into words.
* * *
As your own "I" is being dissolved, you start to hear the music of the heavens.
Personal desires and ambitions deform it, but are not capable to force to break off.
The one realizing his true nature becomes a tool for music.
The Awakened One, travelling the path of Existence is the source of the purest sound of stars.
29.09.2010
To the People of Now
2012. Google Edition
2012. The mankind naively expected the Second Coming, total Windows Epic Lose and the end of NATO war in Afghanistan.
Meanwhile the small fur animal of uncertain color stalked them from completely different direction…
Restriction : 18+-
Achtung : Obscene lexicon detected.
* * *
The improvised dialogue between Google and Anonymous.
Anonymous : * Turns on netbook and launches Google Chrome OS. *
Google : I categorically welcome you, Ivanov Ivan Ivanovich, 1975 year of birth, single, no criminal status, passport series-number xxxx-xxxxxx, you have logged into the Google from your usual IP address 209.85.229.104, physical location : Zazhopinsk, Red Lanterns str., 20-22.
Anonymous : What, have they already learnt my passport number ? Oh heck, what level has this technics reached. I have a really bad feeling about all that, that’s not for good, I bet it ! Where have they grown you, oh my ingenious one ?
Google : System message. Last time you have watched orgies at porno.ru and paid for a whore on dosug’s more than thirty days ago. The actuality of resources content could become outdated. Would you like to visit this portal once again ?
Anonymous : Nay, I have already found myself a girl. Gimme something better.
Google : Nevertheless we still insist on displaying contents of this resource to you. Inline advertising sponsors have already paid us millions of dollars. It will be really bad to disappoint them.
Anonymous : Fuck off, I tell you ! I dunno want to masturbate, you berk !
Google : I will be accurate and show you all this in a popup window. Dunno want to watch – stare none, but we’ll still count this as your own click.
Anonymous : Get away, ye goat !
Google : Voila, it’s ready ! Oh, have you see her big tits ?! OoOo, I am in ecstasies already !gOOgle ! Listen, can you make her picture your wallpaper on a desktop ?
Anonymous : Just try it, freak !
Google : All right, all right, I won’t. We are going to have a corporate “meeting” today in our headquarters, that’s why I’m so funny kind today, for so I have been coded. A corporative Easter-egg, you know. So, what’s are you gonna to see today, aye ? Actual topics in accordance with a context of your search queries : “Beer”, “Women”, “Chicks”, “Home alone along with friends and beer”, “Dom-2”, “Ass”, “Shit”, “Dung”, “Crap”, “Hell, what a shit”, “Blab”, “Google”, “Google’s freak” (*blocked*), “Russian national team”, “Russian national team – herd of goats”, “Putin”, “fascists”, “herbs”, “Putin’s Plan”.
Anonymous : Hold on, I was inquiring about Russian national team more than a year ago ! Should you not delete the history of old search queries, huh ?
Google : Ya-ya, I owe so much to so many. In their own opinion, yeap.
Anonymous : * Thinking *. Hockey-dockey, what should be serf today for fun ? Anecdot.ru, Bash.org.ru or Kremlin.ru, hmm… ? Heck, let it be Kremlin.
Google : Here we go !
Anonymous : Eeeee…what’s the fuck have you given me a link to a porno in the main window ?!
Google : Me ? Gave you a link ? I give nothing to nobody ! It’s the Google Public DNS gave it to you. It’s our new feature, called “dns-rewriting”. Say, you type kremlin-this-and-that – and get a resolve to a porno, your favorite !
Anonymous : F*ck, how to switch off this bullshit ?!
Google : No way, I’m afraid. Unsupported user request, so to speak. 8.8.8.8 – that’s our magic number of sorts in Chrome OS. Hardcoded, permanently. Sooo, do you like these boobs ? OOOO, f*ck, I’m gonna end now ! Oooo ! gOOgle !
Anonymous : Get me out of here, you scum ! Let me serf normally !
Google : Nay, nay, nay ! It’s erectio stimulation day today ! It’s all already prepaid, so enjoy ! And if you are really gonna to cry so loudly in a microphone, I’m gonna to set mentioned wallpaper on your desktop for everyone to see ! And publish your “hot” links in Odnoklassniki.ru, I have your password for a long time already. And will also mail them to all your friends. And scorn you in a Twitter. And mock you in your blog. So stop provoking me ! I am sooooo kind today ….
Anonymous : Baaaaaaassssssttttaaaaarrrrrdddd !
2013. To be continued …
03.10.2010
Accident
And so you are reading these lines … an accident? And how many there were at all in your life?
Here you were born absolutely casually … Your mum somehow accidently happened to meet your father, and thus they have decided to give birth to a child - too spontaneously and casually, as you might have guessed. Don’t you accidentally remember how all this once began?
You have casually arrived in school, accidentally graduated from the institute … Your life was full of accidents totally ridiculous and even inconceivable and not predictable beforehand at times. Take, for example, this happy - casual? - coincidence when you have met your future girlfriend one early spring morning on the crossroads of two pathways, when each of you was slowly moving somewhere by the street. You lost yourself in contemplation of her and practically haven’t noticed how someone has accidentally left a cover of an opened manhole directly in your way … And then she along with other men helped pulling you out of this fetid hole. This was such an unusual acquaintance … Subsequently it has appeared that both of you worked for several years in different departments of the very same company, yet have never before met each other on work basis … strange, huh? And then you - well, certainly, accidentally, - started writing her verses, giving flowers and made a marry proposition once.