The story I'm going to tell, is not my story. It is the story of someone, who is telling a story which is very similar to his own. The dream I will remember, won't be mine. It's the dream of someone who remembers a dream, that is very similar to his own. I think of stories I like to make stories. To tell them. I know this must sound like the dream of little Iasonas. What will he be when he grows up. When I wake up, it'll happen again. It'll start all over...
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Η ωρα του διαβολου: Μερος 4ο
«Η αρχη της επιστημης ειναι να γνωριζουμε την αγνοια μας. Ο κοσμος που ειναι οπου βρισκομαστε, η σαρκα που ειναι αυτο που ειμαστε, ο Διαβολος που ειναι αυτο που επιθυμουμε, τα τρια αυτα, τη Μεγαλη Ωρα, σκοτωσαν μεσα μας τον Δασκαλο που ειχαμε προορισμο να γινουμε. Και το μυστικο που κατειχε και θα μας επετρεπε να γινουμε σαν αυτον, το μυστικο αυτο χαθηκε».
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