Lord

The trumpeters and singers joined in unison, as with one voice, to give praise and thanks to the LORD. Accompanied by trumpets, cymbals and other instruments, they raised their voices in praise to the LORD and sang: "He is good; his love endures forever." Then the temple of the LORD was filled with a cloud, and the priests could not perform their service because of the cloud, for the glory of the LORD filled the temple of God.

Pure reason

(...Immanuel Kant...)

This can never become popular, and, indeed, has no occasion to be so; for fine-spun arguments in favour of useful truths make just as little impression on the public mind as the equally subtle objections brought against these truths. On the other hand, since both inevitably force themselves on every man who rises to the height of speculation, it becomes the manifest duty of the schools to enter upon a thorough investigation of the rights of speculative reason, and thus to prevent the scandal which metaphysical controversies are sure, sooner or later, to cause even to the masses.

you are living with deaths brother

I remember when I moved out from my brother's house for the first time, I rented a room, where had the view of a cemetery. I used to go there every single night after work, there was an old grave digger , who was in charge of cleaning that place and dig new graves...after a while we became closed friends...Once I saw there candles on a lot graves..I asked that old man , whats the story of these candles . and he said : Those candles are for people who were afraid of darkness when they were alive and this is an old tradition in this cemetery that their families do it for them..I didn't go there for a week and I went there again the next Sunday , but morning this time and I asked for that guy, and he said : we don't have anyone by his name in here..I was like what the hell are you talking about?? I Used to talk to him every single night until last week right here.... and the guy said : you are living with deaths brother....

Eyes wide shut

(...The rich will do anything for the poor but get off their backs...)
Karl Marx.
He was sitting on the top of BMO building in Downtown, Toronto. He cried a lot before his last conversion with her, He told her, I will Call Pain tonight..but she didn't understand and laughed...People are running around down there , I can see that with my Camera..So many cops and fire fighters...and they are all trying to save my damn life.
I am Cancer for others , useless and like a corpse...I sometimes think about going somewhere so far , where no one knows me, I will be lost , disappeared,destroyed...Somewhere in the middle of China or a Scottish village ,some where in Amazon...Among strange people like poor countries of south America, when they just wear ragged clothes to cover themselves. I gave up everything , my love (who gave me a light heart attack at the age of 19) and my future and my dreams...I wanted to become a cop one day....funny.. right?
Never..ever become obsessed with a Girl that you really love, No matter how hot she is or even how much she seems to like you, When you meet a girl that you think you may be really getting into, the best thing to do is to go out and meet even more girls to keep your mind off of her.