Решил выложить несколько моих старых рисунков, всегда считал себя хреновым художником, но все равно избыток воображения периодически пытался выразить на бумаге.
Последний раз редактировалось TohaShaman 09 апр 2012, 11:03, всего редактировалось 1 раз.
Решил выложить несколько моих старых рисунков, всегда считал себя хреновым художником, но все равно избыток воображения периодически пытался выразить на бумаге. [url=http://www.radikal.ru][img]http://s004.radikal.ru/i207/1204/cf/cb4280509f20.jpg[/img][/url] [url=http://www.radikal.ru][img]http://s019.radikal.ru/i620/1204/ac/c45f555f89e9.jpg[/img][/url] [url=http://www.radikal.ru][img]http://s018.radikal.ru/i520/1204/7b/4cda75f59269.jpg[/img][/url]
One day mind is like: "Boring! Its time to party! Lets do stupid things - it is fun! Live fast, die young! Do your business tomorrow, listen, take a beer! Drink! Drink! Drink!"
Other day its like: "Need to stop this endless procrastination! Must think wise, train body and mind. Eat healthy food, wake up early, stop smoking! Must meditate more! Must be aware! Do not feed ego! Om-patience! Om-the-truth! I am! I am! I am!"
And other day - any other mind. Playing same game.
Nothing can stop him, because it is mind, that is everything. It is mind that is seducing mind, stealing freedom, giving hope.
Such a joke. Evil joke. Rising wrath, displeasure. Dictated revenge, forced suffering, constrained pleasure, permanent self-awareness.
Do you still thinking that someone can avoid these? Some master of mind silence, some "I am" feeling adept?
Will mind save a mind? From a mind? In purpose to become a mind?
Dream God fulminate anathemas to himself, revealing doom, absorbing desperated scream of your soul.