1. We are in the womb of materialism, in a cocoon of illusions of fear, where slaves are born. 2. Deja vu karmic, infantile nostalgia New neurons of thinking are formed in the anatomy of philosophy, evolutionary maturation is formed. In the bathysphere, the bottomless depth of philosophy is cognized with the unknown flora and fauna of evolutionary thinking. More and more often, one can feel the deja vu karmic, infantile nostalgia of romance keeps us in the karmic merry-go-rounds and the swing of childish stubbornness and cheerful fear. Where love finds eternity in the nostalgia of romance, a sense of the pricelessness of the moments. We remain in the past during life and after life. where we feel déjà vu as we are ghosts. Consciousness matures with each new life, and subconsciousness is a piggy bank of nostalgia. Reincarnation and the wheel of samsara is the kindergarten of infantilism and childhood fears. This is a time loop of a philosophical lesson in life. Incubator and cocoon of growing up. Amnesia lowers everything into oblivion, and life turns into nothingness, and only intuition is the navigator of genius and maturity in eternity. Life is not enough to understand its laws of variability, there are only theories. Only the evolution of fear and selfishness is possible. Science and culture are useless without knowledge of the future. 3. The game leads to the logical end of the cycle. From one playful, infantile mindset of manipulation of populism to another. All modes change as the design and graphics of the game reality change. 4. We are limited by the illusion of materialism in the small screen of marketing It's amazing how we are constrained by the illusion of materialism in the small screen of marketing. Nature seems to be endless as the earth is round. With its abundance and originality in colors. There, in natural landscapes, freedom of thought and the flight of poetry like birds in the sky. Computers suck life out of us as well as materialism. In nature, we feel the infinity of life, in the harmonious cycles of rebirth. The world is so gigantic and the screen is so small. Nature as the best decor for life. Sweet dream of life in nature. Life seems full, and the soul is full of happiness and romance. No urban autism. 5. Poetic beauty of a Kazakh woman You are my hot attraction, I do not control myself at all. I want to cling to you with my love like a leech. From your appearance, the impotent will get up, anyone will feel like a romantic. You are the eternal inspiration of romance. This is how your image sounds poetic in the bright colors of epic prose. You are the hard drug with the most powerful addiction. You are not enough all the time. Without you, everything is meaningless and insignificant. All grammy songs are about you. All that has to do with you are Oscar-worthy romantic films. The hot heat of love, the burn of passion from your body. Tongue and lips are drawn to you. Your image has powerfully merged in consciousness and subconsciousness. Powerful mental addiction. It's useless to give up on you. You are like an orgasm of poetry. You are like an endless love journey. Oh my God, my mind says, you are like an obscene delight. You are the medicine for my mind. 6. Hope is like leaves on trees. 7. Hints of awareness Polemics and discussion like wushu kong fu and contactless combat, subtly and refined, hints of awareness sound, the wisdom of redirected aggression sounds like a discussion of aikido. Battles for the heart. Consciousness, thinking as the direction of consciousness of the philosophy of life energy qi and prana of thinking. Where traditional folk music is the rhythms of the cyclical nature of life as the cyclical nature. Philosophy of life, its wealth and abundance. Meditative romance of being and the philosophy of life, its subtle vibrations of insight sound like a whisper of eternity. 8. We are a broken nature, we are cut off from the laws of nature from the romantic philosophy of being, but we preserve the pragmatism of the Stone Age. This is what connects us to the natural world. Instincts are our cradle of nature. On a cognitive level, thought development is how human evolution develops. 9. We're in the ghost matrix We are in a ghostly matrix, we are in the past and this is our eternity. In the time loop of karmic nostalgia, reincarnation and the wheel of samsara, where the philosophical romance of awareness of the soul and heart is intensified. We do not understand that we have been dead for a long time. 10. Poetry is an eloquent painting of emotions, a prosaic sense of reality. 11. The stages of life as the cycles of the moon, the regularity of the influence of the biology of the body, and only selfishness, money and character take away from the natural norm of the processes of life. 12. A person as a traveler in the world of nature of people, the subconscious as a vacuum cleaner accumulates and projects everything that is in this world, a person is like a turtle who moves on himself everything that humanity has created in his mind, like a heavy load, a person from this is still moving on on all fours like a turtle, thinking has become a whole industry of thought production. Where ideas are not a medicine, but only a commodity in the marketing of vanity and selfishness. Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Too much truth is the style of a drunken master, intoxicated with the sweet wine of philosophical poetry, a comical third eye, whose power of thought will break stone and ice. Developed dexterity of thought, manipulates the fighting techniques of aphorisms leaving no chance.

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Too much truth is the style of a drunken master, intoxicated with the sweet wine of philosophical poetry, a comical third eye, whose power of thought will break stone and ice. Developed dexterity of thought, manipulates the fighting techniques of aphorisms leaving no chance. Loneliness enhances the force of the blow, its depth of thought, piercing consciousness and subconsciousness.

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Too much truth is the style of a drunken master, intoxicated with the sweet wine of philosophical poetry, a comical third eye, whose power of thought will break the stone of stupidity and the ice of indifference. Developed dexterity of thought, manipulates the fighting techniques of aphorisms, and philosophical poems of a drunken master, leaving no chance. Loneliness enhances the force of the blow, its depth of thought, piercing consciousness and subconsciousness, piercing the infinity of time.

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Too much truth is the style of a drunken master, intoxicated with the sweet wine of philosophical poetry, a comical third eye, whose power of thought will break the stone of stupidity and the ice of indifference. Developed dexterity of thought, manipulates the fighting techniques of the aphorisms of a drunken master, leaving no chance. Loneliness enhances the force of the blow, its depth of thought, piercing consciousness and subconsciousness, piercing the infinity of time.

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

True love is invulnerable, it will not be overwhelmed by treason, resentment, guilt, you still love, even if you are not loved or not loved. Such love is an independent feeling, it is a paradise energy, a warm, gentle light of sincerity. All whom you loved, all of them may appear in dreams, they turned into energy, they will be in your memory all life.

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Truth is obsessed with conscience, intuition speaks with the voice of conscience.

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Truth under anesthesia, hypnotic truth serum, under a layer of surrealism of self-deception.

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Upbringing is the binary code of the program of the system of society.

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Vanity is infantilism in a skipping rope, the main thing here is imagination.

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

We are building a new world in isolation from each other, we renounce the foundations and build a new world from the ruins like a sand castle on the shore, reviewing and distorting to infinity, amnesia in the future plunges into the unknown and detachment, like the endless depths of eternity that will give new and new knowledge of the infinite depths of our self, we renounce the genes of the past in order to move on, we renounce ourselves in order to know ourselves in oblivion, we reveal our personality in a cocoon of cyber consciousness, a new level of the world, far from reality, we plunge into amnesia in which nothing let's not remember and appreciate, just plunge into the carefree inevitability of cyber manipulation, an abundance of hypnotic desires, the wind blows in all directions like a tornado tears off the ground and crushes in the fall, the funeral of future generations has already begun, which will fall into eternal sleep in the cyber subconscious. The world is only the abode of the spirit, the world as a companion of eternity, movement in a circle of reincarnation along the axis of the planet, we wind up the thought and strive to come to the core of insight, the body rots like vices, everything in this world is not important, everything is important only for your body, all insults and guilt will rot with our body in the grave, and the soul will become free in the infinity of life, true life after death, life is a prelude to eternity, souls are like stars in space, and the world becomes a galaxy illuminated by stars, fills eternity with wisdom, and life with stupidity, the night is like space, and souls are like stars, during life it was important for us to do stupid things, and after death we are free from illusions, and wisdom opens our eyes, we are afraid to look into eternity, light years of understanding, the body is childhood, the soul is the wise maturity of romance The infinity of life in the insomnia of awareness, in the emptiness we feel the truth of life, farther and farther from illusions, into a world that seems different to people, a world without temptations and illusions, a world in which no one is ready to enter, only adults can enter in spirit, other children are afraid, temporary a feeling of insomnia, we are part of infinity, it has already been, it will still be, a melody like a comet moves in space, a thought that moves in an endless void, blinding the worlds with truth, we are part of true life, when we are awake, the mind is looking for a way out of deception, sadism in relation to our lives, when we succumb to temptation, the stars are like thoughts in the unconsciousness that mixes with the subconscious and creates consciousness, thoughts are like a moment in the emptiness of a meaningless world of self-deception, Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

We are in a ghostly matrix, we are in the past and this is our eternity. In the time loop of karmic nostalgia, reincarnation and the wheel of samsara, where the philosophical romance of the soul and heart intensifies. We do not understand that we have been dead for a long time.

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

We are in the womb of materialism, in a cocoon of the illusion of fear. Slaves are born.

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

We are part of the universe of her energy, her philosophy. Many worlds can be hidden in us. Civilizations in our thinking. They say that our world is abundant thanks to opinions.

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

What does the inner world of a person look like for someone it consists of egoism, and for someone of selfless deep philosophy.

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

What is the world The world is two-faced, and man is also two-faced. We pretend that we feel good, but inside we are useless children, hypocrisy is politeness so as not to offend with our terrible truth, the truth about many people is terrible. Inside we are different, we are aware of our loneliness in the world of hypocrisy and stereotyped, brazen deceit, we cannot reveal our true self, as it is not polite, we do not have the right to be ourselves, we do not have the right to be honest, since the truth hurts people, people possessed by ego will not allow pride to be defiled, it threatens with poverty and loneliness, if we cannot be honest, we cannot have friends, if there are hypocritical spies around us, inside we are all infinitely alone in the world of egoists, through the blinds of consciousness, only one the lies of this world. The world is one big consciousness generator technology in the matrix network, technological soulless consciousness, like a blender of feelings, art DJs, the future is becoming more abstract and detached from reality, people strive to abandon reality, live in the bliss of the body, and the body becomes their soul , anatomical immortality that will help you stay in the consciousness of the third dimension, in a paradise of illusions, in a chemical laboratory of bio-consciousness, creating a quantum acceleration of the reaction of the mind, leading to a quantum hyper leap of consciousness to see the future self, cheating of the mind, cheat codes of awareness, we seem to be turning himself into a particle of a computer (city), a micro electrode that does not have consciousness, since it is controlled by its body. Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

When hugging your girlfriend, you need to not just hug, you must convey the warmth of love that comes from your soul. What would she feel from this warm sunlight coming from your soul is the merging of the souls of lovers into a single whole. And at that moment, perhaps you will feel that she is holding you a little harder than you are.

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

When the strings of anger and the psyche are especially tense - these are special strings of reality, a melody of truth is heard that you will never hear anywhere because it has no analogues since it is random. The truth in which the strings are about to break and a frightening silence of smiling madness comes

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

When you realize that you are not allowed to be with the one you really love, this person turns into pain, you want to hug this person and warm up, cry until the pain turns into emptiness. I want the pain never to end, because if the pain goes away, love goes away with it. The pain of love is priceless after a breakup because these are priceless memories of true love that warm you alone.

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Will and motivation is a magic ball of fate (toy).

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Without knowing the way of the body, philosophy becomes meaningless.

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich