16. 06. 2020 The power

Yeah. The power. I begin to write about the power. Why? My loving girl gives me the strengths to write about the power. Why? I don't know. How? I don't know too. But I'm writing now. And I need to read the last fairytale of Leo Tolstoy. Just now.


Ассирийский царь Асархадон (1903). Assyrian king Asarhadon (1903). But I was wrong. This was not the last tale of Leo Tolstoy. The last tale is the Wolf (1908). Волк (1908). I read it too. And I also read the penultimate tale - Destruction of hell and its restoration (1902). Разрушение ада и восстановление его (1902)


And now I will remind you of our fairytale in this book. The chest was broken. A hare jumped out of the chest and ran. It was caught up by another hare and killed. What does this mean? For every power there is an another power.


Is there a force that no other force can be found on? There is. This power is a life. And that is my strength. The power of my heart. Is there a prince of darkness? Who can kill a life? No. And what do the enemies of life kill? They kill the appearance of life.


Why did life give them such an opportunity? For garbage collection. Why? Because people are not yet intelligent. People have just left the animal world. Garbage collection is a necessary evolutionary requirement. In order to continue a life. The strength of my heart. Done.