Yabloko na ladoni Page #7
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is in the system itself.
What is truly terrifying
is not what is happening,
and where they go.
Generational succession
has become invisible and sudden.
One generation succeeds another
at a lightening speed -
in a week,
even in an hour.
If you don't keep up
with your generation,
you fall and execute yourself.
Execute yourself.
And there is no need
for you to be arrested.
If at the moment
of a generational succession,
you were asleep, you jump up
in the middle of the night,
look at the door
and jump out of the window.
That's why, my little son,
if you are left to live,
and you hear about someone
that has committed suicide,
you should know,
he didn't kill himself.
commit suicide don't want to live.
They do want to live.
The thing is, they're not aware
they're committing suicide.
One can only be aware
of committing a murder.
I'm saying this to you now,
and before I get old,
so that we can understand
each other.
I beg you, do not try
to improve this system.
It would be better if you could
learn to pass through it.
But it's also important for
the system to pass through itself...
...in order to enter the future.
That's why the system
destroyed half of its population,
and entered itself
And by now, the system
has learnt to pass through people
My little son, I don't want
to test your patience.
I forgive you
for everything in advance,
for everything you'll do
if you stay alive.
And you, forgive me too,
forgive me for your mother,
and for our incest.
I want to see so badly
how you first look at me.
My little son,
as you can see...
...I can't find my place in life.
It's possible
I believe in our connection.
And the best confirmation
that we are father and son
is that we can't see each other.
Take a step backwards...
...and the system
will start threatening you.
Take another step backwards...
...and the system
may offer you a place.
You should take
another step backwards...
...and the system will offer you
religions to choose from.
You should take
another step backwards.
that lead one to Golgotha.
It seems that the time allocated
to people has passed,
and time has acquired
its own form.
It's likely that the system
knows the days
of your birth and death.
The sky remained the last
Now the sky is disappearing,
and leaving the stars
to be included in the system.
Now the system
has also got hold of the stars.
The stars
are also working for it.
The sky and the earth are dying
We are now almost living
on a different planet.
My little one,
your heart has its own body.
It's so transparent
that it is invisible.
Its poverty is profound.
This is the eye of Jesus Christ.
That's why it's impossible
to deceive it.
It even sees your parents
as destitute...
...so that you can also
see them as destitute,
as well as yourself as destitute,
and your girlfriend.
Chapter VIII
THE BORDERS:
Once a man lived on Earth.
His name was Abraham.
He was no longer young when he
heard a voice say, "Get up and go."
So this man left everything
behind and went.
The route he took became
the border of the state of Israel.
There is no such state
as Israel,
yet the border of this state
cuts through everything on Earth.
That beggar said that
the border of the state of Israel
lies across his face.
The system covers
an ever increasing area.
It's always possible
to recall a person from any place.
One day, in a canteen,
in front of a bowl of soup,
you'll suddenly realise
how tired and how ill you are.
Nobody will seem
to be doing any harm to you.
Yet the state of things
will lead you
to an almost unbearable condition.
It will be enough for you
not to find a place
to wash your underwear or a shirt.
In a week
you'll turn into a pauper.
What will happen then?
A very peculiar thing will happen:
Outsiders will seek protection
with the authorities.
What's really terrible
is that the authorities will protect
and take care of them
and will give them jobs.
This mute old man believes
that the state of Israel
lies within the borders
of his house.
He's reinforced the border
of the state of Israel with a fence,
and one day every year
he measures its length with a stick.
He finds new planks
and reinforces the border,
so that the pile of rubbish
doesn't overwhelm it.
There, inside the fence, is a pile,
a pile of rubbish.
This pile of rubbish
is his house.
It's one huge dust-heap.
At times this dust-heap
doesn't let him in.
It presses on the door...
...and makes it hard for the old man
to enter his house.
The doors don't open due to
the rubbish he has collected.
Sometimes passers-by help him
and push him inside,
to the dust-heap.
He can only make money
by selling paper to the state...
...but the heap keeps growing.
Several times, people tried
to wean the old man off his heap...
...and burnt it,
but it would grow again and again.
Imagine this:
There are a certain number
of young people within the system.
To find out how they differ
from each other
they should be dissected.
Then their full potential
will become known.
Constant pressure will force
your psyche to move ahead of you.
It will adopt
the mode of behaviour
to accommodate that pressure,
and not to accommodate you.
If you can't catch up
with your own psychic development,
you'll find yourself impotent
in this system.
That's why, just as
you would take a medicine,
take on the image of a pauper.
Remember,
the image of a pauper
is always ahead of the system.
Adopt it.
Otherwise, people are
going to be brought out
out of their usual state of being,
Any human potential will be used,
first of all, as a means.
Any human potential
will be turned into a means.
And those gifted
will unwillingly persecute
and kill those who are talentless
with their life energy.
focused psychological work,
then you'll find yourself
among the socially ill.
This is the basic secret
of the system.
Imagine such
a blood-chilling allegory.
Only strong people
will retain the ability to work.
They'll become teachers, priests,
scientists, students.
God save you
from becoming one of these!
It's like buying the clothes
of a murder victim
from a second-hand shop
and wearing them.
But you won't be able
to move far in such clothes.
Children will be the first
to get used
and I'm afraid for you,
my little one.
I haven't got much time left...
...and I don't know how to help you,
and what advice to give.
I really don't know.
I can't offer
You'll leave...
...and the one who deserves
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