the simple ones

The just insane or the simple ones


The individual provides the society, a significant contribution, if he works through his own madness for himself. Not to bring about a salvation self-thinking, but the alertness, what prepares him between delusion and meaning, the interpretation of his own way.

Politics, scholarship, faith, the attitude of others are unhindered. The knowledge of others has here, the inner world, the argument of the subject, his self-doubt, with the environment, no access.

The self-distance is given to the ego, its nature. We are thrown, there is no refutation to the real, with others, with ourselves alone.

Ideas when they are fooling create an immense power for those who seize them.

The insane person, who looks at himself from the outside, determines the thought in freedom to himself, all creaturely grown, means himself.

If one knows oneself, one can practice oneself eternally, one's life, one's own life, and one does not become dead, one does not understand.

What we find in ourselves is malleable in the sense from desire to action. What falls to the writer, the inner world, the outer world, the inner world. If something goes wrong, the breach of style of the offender is eye-catching, the act remains well-formed, the author falls into oblivion. What is done belongs to the world and the Creator. The all-created has an effect on man, it is not the ability that convinces, but the waiting, the acceptance, the self-induced break.

The body prisoner, the urge to flee for freedoms only hint at the babes. If you are a human being to the world, as what you are to the being, accepting yourself, everything is there for us. The assets, in the smallest gesture already begins and ends later. To be sure, one molds oneself to the will of nature, and thinks, with his thinking, of other things as an author.

The sovereignty of interpretation over oneself lies in all existence in one's own self.