.I was canoeing exactly twenty-five years ago, when on a day in February 2001, in the soft, light breeze on the Danube, I was in the first rainbow of the millennium. There, then, the notion of chance left me alone for a moment, and complete certainty awoke in me. I was able to watch as a ship captain that day. It lifted, pushed, carried, twisted, threw, pulled the water… “What happened?” Flashed through my mind, for the water was waiting in such smooth simplicity, not even vibrating. It could wait for something. Three years have passed, and I see the answer is still in the river.

.I stand by it for a quarter of a century, but my gaze is lost in the still deep green and does not respond. It had answered then, but the sound of his silence, its first words like drops of dew, suddenly erupted on my forehead. On my forehead, then in my eyes. It's not easy, no! Like sap, a tension flowing in millennia of oaks. It is perceptible while on the road. It starts so far away and so far away that it leaves only a single mark, a clue behind it. Unpredictable excitement. Unshielded surprise, electric shock in a storm, destructive rotator. Yes. Carelessly, whoever follows in the footsteps is dizzy. I have never met anyone who has survived. I didn't even dare to follow. I stand on the edge and look at life from the outside. Yes. Seeing in the depths of the trail I can only pass on its billowing news there. In its cross section, the body drips in the field of the soul. This is where architectural consciousness begins. Yes. You can talk about this consciousness. But from the other side. On the edge. I wonder why the little kid always wants to climb out the windowsill? Why? Are we starting to understand ?! Because he is a sensible human being! He explores the majesty that lives on the edge. The realm of the rim. The Empire of the Edge. The entrance to the Empire Empire is unguarded. Whoever gets there sees it or not? Our gaze wears on, the vision is sharper, the vision is a hundred times stronger. And a stream flows into our cartilage next to us. Whoever has an ancestor will find him now. He all finds a hundred souls there. And do you know who they are? You will cry if you realize it! Until you cry, you are just conquerors in this landscape full of burden. Your steps are sinking and the stiffness is still. Even the mosquito will fly past you

Who understands its ancestor walks hand instead of his tongue. You are not looking for an understanding pair of eyes, you are already creating! Do you need to be prepared for architecture? Giant! When we look at the world of infinite forms while standing on the edge, we become insecure. Because we are watching with our spiritual eyes. The secret is here. It should not be watched with the spiritual eye, but with the spiritual body. At its finest, its knowledge is so complete that some of its organs enjoy only its subordinate power. But this body can become my awesome instinct. What can he do? He dances alone in the citadel of inspiration. The others know at most the reputation of the county. (The soul body is the fool of the castle, the inheritance. He is taken care of by the irresponsible king. .Before it bears fruit ... If we find this body and address it to us, let's get ready. it gets soaked and flexible.We don't smart anymore.We become primitive but surprisingly resourceful.Surprises that we can't have are surprised.When our ancestor is happy with us, we're on the right track, if he's not happy, it's a shame to do it all.Our ancestor lives beyond conscience He himself drops his conscience.

.He is a man of surprise. The disguise. Now listen! Think about who the Ancestor is! Na ki! Terribly passionate, unpredictable. It's creepy, the mirror suggests it. Her name is. Myself. It’s a terrible thrill to grow out of ourselves to pierce our skulls with our eyes open. Once we have the core, we have taken the second step. No one has taken this step four thousand years ago. Anyone who understands this can ask the cedars. This is how we can measure our true strength for ourselves! Our own imagination is also creative. Anyone who draws from here is already a human giant on a natural scale. I know people like that. Are they facing each other? These people are cruel. They fought. They are strict. They are proud. They are awesome beauty. They are both capricious and passionate, angry storms. Their outcast is spilling out. They sleep in a glowing cauldron and go hunting during the day. They are the heralds of consciousness. When they touch, they spark. They have been carrying embers that have not ignited for four thousand years.
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