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My friend Sigmund Freud said, more precisely, it's all down to me. I recently quoted Osho. And it just really out of all that exists, like the Devil. With all the features of a chameleon.
... A computer virus that appeared once. Moves from file to file, distorting the system, spoiling the work of my computer. Clogging up the blackness of space and unnecessary waste. Poison virus, a system glitch, a mirage, a mask and a fan ... That's all it is, a whole vulnerable dense substance.
I was in a huge black cube, the cube as a room, the endless straight walls and ceilings ... dark, dark space. I am standing on the floor, on the bottom (I think) face of the cube without touching the soles of bare feet. The cube rotates, not breaking my static. Black air is not moving. Dark and scary, internal devouring groundless fear. It seems to me that in front of my band of dense tissue, my ears hard of hearing, my body almost in a coma. I can not control her own body, I stand, I'm afraid to breathe loudly throughout the breast. I know that I am not alone, around hundreds of thousands of billions of eyes, ears, hands ... They are all around me, I do not know them, I'm afraid. They heard from far away, whispering, breathing the stench, they seem to me dangerous, they see me, but I do not see them ... So it was.
Then he lit up a cube of black became white, my eyes were dressing, I descended the feet of one of the faces of the infinite cube. I look at the sides, around my mirror reflecting me ...
