"Medicine is not mathematics" as he began the doctor after yet another failed experiment.
Most often proceed by trial and error, hoping that resolution, just as in life. The latter is a continuum of defeats and successes. It 'a series of steps, but where these lead remains a mystery.
And 'maybe a circular path, an eternal return, or perhaps a straight line, a path with no branches, the life?
Rightly, she sees the biological cycles, your body scans a perpetual fall on itself. Everything back to the origin, the end does not exist if not for veto in the presence and visibility. The law changes all that here finds its raison d'etre. The body becomes the belly primal source of the bodies, then turns to ashes and then invisible. A truth in anything that is nourishment of our more elaborate ideas.
Yesterday I watched the park, home, oak, magnolias, rose garden, the hedge erubescente and, beyond the iron gate, the bustle of the street with his car. Suddenly everything is gone. I saw the gap in the trees and into the ramifications on the surface of the leaves, I saw the gap between the blades of grass and work underground forces that make pulp and dissolving of individuality in each form an amalgam amorphous that it is our principle and our end.
"How can such a chasm not anguish that engulfs the world and all its creation? he asked honestly. The medicine and philosophy, speculation anatomy that attempts to explain the disease and the failure of the integrity of the body.
Today I looked at the park. To fill the void we have a new project, two cats and a hedgehog, a geometric disporsi cobwebs and flying insects. Maybe it's the serotonin or perhaps a delusion, but it seems so strange that the principle that powers the vacuum matter is ...
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