Human morality began to disappear under mysterious circumstances. The police became more helpless and useless than usual, in an abandoned building itself at home with some the devil his minions. Amazing and outstanding intellect. Just a little lost in our time. We met at the cinema. Yes, if I remember correctly, it was a cinema.
Ah, what a movie. Black and white film? No, trashy, without a moral, sense, upload ... Cinema, for it became more and more lives. But the actors diminished. I did not think I could ever stand up, look out the window and say "whore where are all these people?". And I know I'll never do, because I had no opportunity, because they always will be, because I can no longer, because the world produces people. Not so expected was for me a scenario, no! I played a bit more turbulent role.
***
Satan sat in the company of demonic półżaby-półryby with prominent lips, a stone Gargoyle with too broad smile, L. and me. Satan sat and smoked a cigar. He sat on the heavily used, a clear red sofa, which przytaszczył here from the dustbin of kozłowilkiem człowiekosłoń that the site had abdominal translucent-blue liquid. The liquid can be was to look ahead and I could see what is on the other side, the kozłowilkiem.
We were in an abandoned building on the third floor. I do not know exactly what was here twenty years ago, but when I gaze on the plaster (the walls, because it was a lot of it on the floor), it seemed that he cries out to heaven for vengeance, and then like it for fun, and kind of pretty seriously fall off.
-Why zapuściłeś beard? -asked me tight gray-haired devil.
-By resemble Baphometha.
-Oh. -skwitował response , getting smoke in their evil lung .- And why have cut it?
-As people began to confuse me with him. -I said firmly.
-This is interesting ... Puff! -old man began to scream.
the next room through the door looked in. kozłowilk. Gibala the fun with everyone, even the slightest movement, a forward, then backward, and occasionally, but selectively on the sides.
"Yes sir? -asked in the doorway, not daring to continue to stick its snout koźlego.
-Bring me what he wrote our poet.
-poet? -sneered .- Here you have a poet? And by the way is a strange name "Ptyś." -noticed.
-What, you do not like? I really like. -eyes flashed .- Yes, we have a poet ...
-Who is like? Forgive me my boldness, but I would not call "Puff pastry" form of his appearance and manners.
-toy. convenient, "said Satan .- rozsiadając the toy is a poet.
-czlowiekosłoń Like this? Forgive me, but somehow I do not see.
-Do not talk about it anyway. It is very touchy on this point. I had to find him a new job, because he felt useless and fell into depression advised of melancholy. And besides, it is terribly zakompleksiony on the point of his appearance, so please do not talk about it, "człowiekosłoń" because they were offended. At least not in his presence. And as for kozłowilka, that is, Avian, -rehabilitated his speech in the hope that he heard as a servant called him .- is true, sometimes tedious, and not in the best of his manners. Despite this, I think that is charming.
After a moment came Ptyś taszcząc inside with a big roll of toilet paper and it podawszy Satan bowed, then walked out.
-Read! -old man developed a paper before me.
***
When I finished the view even the smallest scrap of paper, I looked into the eyes of Satan, in which children appeared gleam of hope.
-truth that interesting?
-really, just that I'm afraid that I do not understand. In this paper, not a single word. Neither one of the letters. Even the dots, nothing.
-That's it! But it was my turn, I'm afraid that despite the lack of content, which is just a detail, then read a poem from the end ...
-Not content to detail? -interjected.
-small and insignificant. I do not interrupt. Browse the paper started from the end, that is, where is broken, and not since the beginning of the roll. Believe me, a lot of changes.
-For me it's not changing. -stated .- And what is supposed to be the "poem"?
-Not what, but about whom.
-Okay! -annoyed with .- About who?
-O Jesus.
-still do not understand.
-Jesus could be anyone of us. Carry her a long life, until his death. And it reflects a broken piece of paper.
-So you say that I, you, L., kozłowilk ...
-Ptyś.
-Okay, let it be Ptyś, we could be Jesus?
-I say more. Each of us is there. Himself and his own world out in our heads we save, and for others we Poncjuszami Piłatami.
-right, but it is said that Pilate did not want the death of Jesus. -noticed.
-As he stood him up.
-Namely?
-Do you remember the scene where Pilate, after a conversation with Jesus, says he sees no fault in it? Then he washes his hands. He saves his own world and a sense of morality. It is crowd chanting "Crucify", and Pilate is a pawn in this moment.
-Selects the lesser evil?
-so that people do not oppose the power of Caesar, and to avoid unrest and to maintain his post. Saved again.
-No well. -I tried to understand .- And so with Judas? Jesus knew from the beginning that it will issue and how to end. Does this mean that Judas was a pawn in the hands of Jesus?
-Exactly. Pilate Jesus became for him.
roll of toilet paper has become meaningless. I started at the end to see included on the poem, and indeed at this point the lack of any words, just a tiny steel szczególikiem.
-invite you for dinner. -old said after a while .- L. too can come. Only by God, according Dress! And now, excuse me, I have something to do.
Satan stood up to us to say goodbye. Przewalił eyes around the room and mlasnął loud.
-I almost forgot, please read this. -added extending his hand toward me with an envelope, which could see the image of a butterfly .- This is another poem Pluszowo. This already has the words. I hope Discuss it over dinner. Be a 19th Just do not spóźnijcie.
-truth that interesting?
-really, just that I'm afraid that I do not understand. In this paper, not a single word. Neither one of the letters. Even the dots, nothing.
-That's it! But it was my turn, I'm afraid that despite the lack of content, which is just a detail, then read a poem from the end ...
-Not content to detail? -interjected.
-small and insignificant. I do not interrupt. Browse the paper started from the end, that is, where is broken, and not since the beginning of the roll. Believe me, a lot of changes.
-For me it's not changing. -stated .- And what is supposed to be the "poem"?
-Not what, but about whom.
-Okay! -annoyed with .- About who?
-O Jesus.
-still do not understand.
-Jesus could be anyone of us. Carry her a long life, until his death. And it reflects a broken piece of paper.
-So you say that I, you, L., kozłowilk ...
-Ptyś.
-Okay, let it be Ptyś, we could be Jesus?
-I say more. Each of us is there. Himself and his own world out in our heads we save, and for others we Poncjuszami Piłatami.
-right, but it is said that Pilate did not want the death of Jesus. -noticed.
-As he stood him up.
-Namely?
-Do you remember the scene where Pilate, after a conversation with Jesus, says he sees no fault in it? Then he washes his hands. He saves his own world and a sense of morality. It is crowd chanting "Crucify", and Pilate is a pawn in this moment.
-Selects the lesser evil?
-so that people do not oppose the power of Caesar, and to avoid unrest and to maintain his post. Saved again.
-No well. -I tried to understand .- And so with Judas? Jesus knew from the beginning that it will issue and how to end. Does this mean that Judas was a pawn in the hands of Jesus?
-Exactly. Pilate Jesus became for him.
roll of toilet paper has become meaningless. I started at the end to see included on the poem, and indeed at this point the lack of any words, just a tiny steel szczególikiem.
-invite you for dinner. -old said after a while .- L. too can come. Only by God, according Dress! And now, excuse me, I have something to do.
Satan stood up to us to say goodbye. Przewalił eyes around the room and mlasnął loud.
-I almost forgot, please read this. -added extending his hand toward me with an envelope, which could see the image of a butterfly .- This is another poem Pluszowo. This already has the words. I hope Discuss it over dinner. Be a 19th Just do not spóźnijcie.
***
When we arrived the building was already dark. We walked up the stairs to the third floor, stumbling incessantly about empty cans sprays, cluttering up the walls and rubbish pieces of various sorts. Reached the 19th hour From the room next door creaked and gave something to see the light that once was stronger, and then suddenly diminished to shine again in a moment even more than before. My first thought was, "-Something is on fire! ." This was indicated by crackling, light and smell of burning. Fortunately, or unfortunately too (do not judge me), that did not happen. When approached the threshold, she us Welcome demonic półżaba-półryba.
spóźniliście not -up! Master of ceremonies will be delighted. and screeching, "she said proudly, lifting the head.
For such a strange monster, a cross between a frog fish, was quite high. She was about half a meter. Her gait was also specific. Crawled over the floor, leaving behind traces of water or a wet slime of a rotting smell of herring. Then the smell no longer felt. A man accustomed to after some fifteen, well, maybe twenty minutes.
-this way. clumsily paw-pointed, directing us to a room whose entrance effectively obscured.
-Mkhm ... -grunted L. - So sorry, we wanted to go.
creature was confused and if pondered over what to do now. In the end, stepped aside, so that we can freely enter.
Room lengthened indefinitely, and with it the age table placed at its center. At the table were hundreds of thousands of chairs. What some five steps were set on the table candlesticks. Were tripods, and each of them, presented a variety of biblical scenes. Job recognized without a problem, or of Cain killing his brother.
I know what sounds seemed to crash. He was an old gramophone, reproducing a CD with the sounds of crackling and blazing fire. I looked at the ceiling, but I could not see it. Instead, the walls were stretching endlessly to the mountains. So it seemed, because most of two meters, the walls disappear into the darkness. This could be scary for some other people who are on our site, but not for me and L. Just as we've seen a lot of quirks to worry about the unnatural and the prevailing peace in the mood.
stood looking at the left and right. One table and the other side, went as far as the eye.
-No, we are in now?
-L. I do not know about you, in which would you go?
-Tam. -pointed gaze to the right.
-this way. -ordered the stone gargoyle from being a grin .- Master is at the top of the table.
Gargoyle probably have to grow from the earth, because we did not notice it when we went Ł inside.
-the top? And where is a mind? -asked, slightly bored and impatient L.
-No there ... I mean right. -friendly creature said .- I see that zignorowaliście request of the master and not you used to create suits ...
gargoyle seemed to upset. Lowered his head and stared for a moment senselessly the floor.
"But that's okay ... -raised his head joyfully .- this we will soon.
-We will, like how?
L. looked at his eyes searching for answers. On the other hand wybałuszając your eyeballs on me, made it clear that he also has no idea "how?".
-We will, we will. Easy. Wait here, I'll call a tailor.
-We will, we will. Easy. Wait here, I'll call a tailor.
-No nice! Apart from that, here are a poet, it's still a tailor. -said.
But this probably does not hear, because he ran as the forces in the legs to the second room, from which we came.
-O whore! Poet ... I forgot the envelope with the poem. I left it on the table at home.
This was what I feared most. Demonic półżaba-półryba with prominent smile, turned out to be a tailor. She came to us from the subway and started to measure the measurer. He helped her in this gargoyle. We measured the span of your arms, height, and do not know why, even the length of the thumb. Of course, all meticulously taking notes. Or so it would seem, but only seemed, as I glanced at her notes. There was neither a quarter of the number or anything even though it may resemble. Written only;
"If you like cheese ... you must be a wolf.
Yes, wolves like cheese. Especially the one with the toast.
Toasted tasty anytime,
but the ship into the virgin Amazon
sinking whale has sailed. "
creatures came a moment and returned carrying two suits.
-should fit like a glove. Przymierzcie. And these clothes leave here. -pointed us to a chair.
We looked at each other, and L. decided to execute the command. Suits actually fit perfectly. They were not too tight nor too wide, too long or too short.
-No, and now me.
We went a step for the gargoyles. After about thirty minutes of brisk walking, is jaded. We were already very late. I knew it was me and Ł also seemed just fine with this fact. Only through their overly broad smile did not lose the spirit and seemed to be optimistic. Merrily humming a tune.
-I guess we're late. -noticed?
-What? -gargoyle stopped .- Oh, no, no! Please look at my watch. It is still 18:55.
glanced at his watch. Indeed.
-But how is this possible? After marching a good half hour longer.
-Tu Time is not flowing as it should be loved to swim. Here comes sometimes not even swim. And at this point flow is not on your favor, because unless you do not want to be late?
-No, not, of course. -I said anything, so long only shut .- I have for you one more question.
-Sure.
-left an envelope on your master at home. Sometimes you do not have a copy of this poem Pluszowo?
-No, but you have it. Put your hand into the inner coat pocket.
was there ... I do not even want to ask where he came from there, because probably for the next five minutes I'd have to listen to the answers. Without thinking much sat in a chair and opened the envelope.
"Thirty pieces of silver, in exchange, as a sacrifice.
Thirty took for his life, he thought in good faith.
with panniers full of death, buzzing coins,
walked arm in arm with the other sluts - women.
He walked and walked like a drink after a hearty,
waved panniers full of gold in its ephemeral frasunku.
other clever eye, golden rządne report,
urged him to sell the dagger in the heart as a gift.
But Judas he had no heart gentleman
dagger instead of the heart, drove up in his bones.
I struggled with the attacker, and beat him in the face.
Everything looked allegedly rape,
ugly passer until he dreamed.
-Why do you attack me, me Judas rich.
What -rich, rather buck.
Let me go, because I have the snot.
-Cozze for the buck? Let the robber says expired!
leg-piece has already lost me, sir.
So let , because it is not right.
pig in shit during the fighting, after all no wading.
-Jam, after all no man, not a pig nor human.
Jam ordinary man, greedy beast.
man Just say, say what you know soon.
-Why do not you forgive me that I spółchwale,
but I will say this for the common salt we praise;
you are a moron pędzonym through life.
world says yes, but a bit hidden. "
When I looked, we were at the end of the table, and its top sat the devil dressed in full evening dress.
-Well, exactly. -said with a joyous smile .- I see that you have read the poem Pluszaczka ...
Yes, as you can see ...
-Well, what I say about this? Or not ... First pabulum! -Satan stood up and started yelling .- Ptyś! Do not make guests die of starvation!
Ptyś began to endure various types of food. From the traditional Polish stew, to the oriental snacks, type of fish fugu. Ł sat next to me after left, guessing that I will lead a conversation with gray. They have brought us a variety of crockery and cutlery. We looked at devil.
-Eat, eat.
Why the hell he does not it? I wondered for a moment. I rejected this idea not too long, wondering what could be the reason because I began to hear exactly how my stomach says, almost human voice. Cries out for the slightest morsel of all sorts of delights. I began to have strange feeling that the candlestick flock of Noah from the ark, I carefully watching.
-Well, what you tell me about the work Pluszowo? -old man repeated the question.
-Lyrically knocked me. -stated obgryzając golden chicken wings .- But he admits, a lot of irony in this "work". Judas is almost human.
-Human say? What is this humanity is supposed to be revealed?
-As in what? The imperfection, sinfulness. Errs, lead to the sluts, take care of your own ass ... It's very human. That's selfishness, lays down all the people. And it commits errors. Perhaps when he learns what the world thinks of him, he regrets his request. Probably not want to hear the truth because the truth is usually bitter sometimes. And he prefers to be human, hypocritical. Prefer to live in the belief that it is almost idol, titanium.
-Hmmm ... So you think that all humans are evil?
-Yes. People are angry and will be even worse.
-And you? Why are you angry? -Satan saddened.
-order not to be an angel. Good in its pure form is only for angels, because they only have a total identification of good and evil. With the rest, What I will I will speak, yet you are the fallen ...
-Continue, that's interesting.
-My goodness, that is something good for me, there must be someone else's good. My goodness can cause someone harm. And of course I have a good notion of the sinful. Good for me may be forbidden, and some really bad things, harmful. But you know the Eden ...
-Co, Adam and Eve, right? You drink to that?
-Yes, the tree tempter ... One would like to fix humanity and people.
-just that they can not be repaired. -faced We glacial eyes .- are defect to such an extent as to be rotting from the inside. Kipi sinfulness and are worthy of hell like nobody else. The problem, however, that even hell at this point is for them to be good.
-May I ask why are you here?
-Why? -burst out laughing .- only now just to get back there, I come from. And now it's time for prom!
everywhere, from the walls, the floor, from the darkness above their heads began to Come out people. Dead people. All those who disappeared under mysterious circumstances, by sin ... All dressed in gallium, in a perfectly matching suits and dresses ball.
-What do you mean? -looked confused at the devil.
-To all those who are niereformowalni. To all those who are my ticket to a place that you would call home.
-Need their souls to get back to hell?
-needed their souls, to get here.
L. and I looked at each other in amazement.
-No, I understand. Ł-moaned-
They were saved. Expelled them from hell. But now I'll be needed for the last ritual. To return to his world, I must die at the same time as the two living creatures that are key.
-And what we are supposed to help you? I like how? -asked.
-They are my ticket home. You have a good time taking your life.
-We simply have to kill? An animal?
-Man. I made a pact. I came to the people to turn them, but it is not feasible, therefore, to return, I have to sacrifice human life. These people, however, must to defect to the bone, and the death must be terrified. On the death ... And now go back home.
-Ł. What do you think about all this?
edifice we left far behind dragged into a vortex of alleys and streets of avalanches due to transport. Pogrążyliśmy in a maze, where the bus was full.
-Know- wrinkling his forehead began slowly, as if he wondered about what to say .- seems to me that it was, what he said today that loony old man who has sense. I think the fact that it is meaningless to me the worst.
-So also think that I, you, the driver of the bus, we can be Jesuses.
-Well, yes. But look, the old man did not notice one important point.
-enlighten me?
-Christs are for myself so I may accept, but for ourselves we can be Piłatami. Situation and an example of relevant, to what is happening now. The bus driver ceases to be polite in his path. Begins to disperse the machine, in which we are somewhere and we are moving ahead. No longer returns attention to the signs or signals light, but still on the gas. Running over pedestrians, and causes an accident, where everyone, including him perish.
-Oh, what a generous perspective. -ironic .- still tell me that the driver is Satan and he wants our death.
-You know what's going on? The fact that we do not need to be saviors for himself and for others Piłatami. You can also vice versa. Be Christ to someone, and executioner for themselves, a prosecutor, killer.
-Altruism. Only a sadistic.
-Yes. There can be only one. It can not be just be Jesus, or just Pilate. You choose only what you are for others, and who for himself.
-But you can be good for others and also myself.
-not fully and not on the scale, if the choice, but yes, you can be good for you and good for others.
-How do you like anything vaguely explain ...
-Fuck! Do you have trouble concentrating? Ł- apparently upset my attention .- can not be both selfish and selfless!
-could not be right away?
looked Ł for me, and in his eyes clearly sensed sympathy directed toward me. Annoyed him, but I do not know what. I did it unconsciously. After a moment, decided that despite all the thought and complete the topic.
-read book, Coelho "Valkyrie" ...
-I know you said recently.
-Do me a taste coincided with an exceptional sentence of the book, according to which we kill everything we love. So you love your selfishness, but come to the conclusion that it must be for others. You love your wife, but her cheatin '. You love your friend, but ill talk about it and is spreading its secrets. Then when they learn about everything, you cease to love, because marriage ends in divorce, a friend stops to share with you the nuances of his life and breaks up with you at all friendly contacts. All because you're executioner, Pontius. You kill his love. Sometimes deliberately, sometimes not.
-Oh, that is, being selfless, and loving to help people, I reach the conclusion that I'm doing everything for them, and they have my deep esteem, so I'll start to have them? You're wrong Ł It all depends on the individual entity that is the man. However, we are Chrystusoponcjuszami, I agree ...
-see, and now came out that I was not listening. I did not say that killing everything you love is bad. Recall my example of selfishness and think again, and he get to that.
A bus unmoved our views, drove on and on, and if accelerated. It seemed that is increasingly independent of the traffic lights and road signs. The driver seemed to be strangely familiar. Old and in evening dress. I looked for him in the reflection mirror and saw him grow horns ...
-You are my ticket to the house of lords. You're spoiled enough.
-I guess we're late. -noticed?
-What? -gargoyle stopped .- Oh, no, no! Please look at my watch. It is still 18:55.
glanced at his watch. Indeed.
-But how is this possible? After marching a good half hour longer.
-Tu Time is not flowing as it should be loved to swim. Here comes sometimes not even swim. And at this point flow is not on your favor, because unless you do not want to be late?
-No, not, of course. -I said anything, so long only shut .- I have for you one more question.
-Sure.
-left an envelope on your master at home. Sometimes you do not have a copy of this poem Pluszowo?
-No, but you have it. Put your hand into the inner coat pocket.
was there ... I do not even want to ask where he came from there, because probably for the next five minutes I'd have to listen to the answers. Without thinking much sat in a chair and opened the envelope.
"Thirty pieces of silver, in exchange, as a sacrifice.
Thirty took for his life, he thought in good faith.
with panniers full of death, buzzing coins,
walked arm in arm with the other sluts - women.
He walked and walked like a drink after a hearty,
waved panniers full of gold in its ephemeral frasunku.
other clever eye, golden rządne report,
urged him to sell the dagger in the heart as a gift.
But Judas he had no heart gentleman
dagger instead of the heart, drove up in his bones.
I struggled with the attacker, and beat him in the face.
Everything looked allegedly rape,
ugly passer until he dreamed.
-Why do you attack me, me Judas rich.
What -rich, rather buck.
Let me go, because I have the snot.
-Cozze for the buck? Let the robber says expired!
leg-piece has already lost me, sir.
So let , because it is not right.
pig in shit during the fighting, after all no wading.
-Jam, after all no man, not a pig nor human.
Jam ordinary man, greedy beast.
man Just say, say what you know soon.
-Why do not you forgive me that I spółchwale,
but I will say this for the common salt we praise;
you are a moron pędzonym through life.
world says yes, but a bit hidden. "
When I looked, we were at the end of the table, and its top sat the devil dressed in full evening dress.
-Well, exactly. -said with a joyous smile .- I see that you have read the poem Pluszaczka ...
Yes, as you can see ...
-Well, what I say about this? Or not ... First pabulum! -Satan stood up and started yelling .- Ptyś! Do not make guests die of starvation!
Ptyś began to endure various types of food. From the traditional Polish stew, to the oriental snacks, type of fish fugu. Ł sat next to me after left, guessing that I will lead a conversation with gray. They have brought us a variety of crockery and cutlery. We looked at devil.
-Eat, eat.
Why the hell he does not it? I wondered for a moment. I rejected this idea not too long, wondering what could be the reason because I began to hear exactly how my stomach says, almost human voice. Cries out for the slightest morsel of all sorts of delights. I began to have strange feeling that the candlestick flock of Noah from the ark, I carefully watching.
-Well, what you tell me about the work Pluszowo? -old man repeated the question.
-Lyrically knocked me. -stated obgryzając golden chicken wings .- But he admits, a lot of irony in this "work". Judas is almost human.
-Human say? What is this humanity is supposed to be revealed?
-As in what? The imperfection, sinfulness. Errs, lead to the sluts, take care of your own ass ... It's very human. That's selfishness, lays down all the people. And it commits errors. Perhaps when he learns what the world thinks of him, he regrets his request. Probably not want to hear the truth because the truth is usually bitter sometimes. And he prefers to be human, hypocritical. Prefer to live in the belief that it is almost idol, titanium.
-Hmmm ... So you think that all humans are evil?
-Yes. People are angry and will be even worse.
-And you? Why are you angry? -Satan saddened.
-order not to be an angel. Good in its pure form is only for angels, because they only have a total identification of good and evil. With the rest, What I will I will speak, yet you are the fallen ...
-Continue, that's interesting.
-My goodness, that is something good for me, there must be someone else's good. My goodness can cause someone harm. And of course I have a good notion of the sinful. Good for me may be forbidden, and some really bad things, harmful. But you know the Eden ...
-Co, Adam and Eve, right? You drink to that?
-Yes, the tree tempter ... One would like to fix humanity and people.
-just that they can not be repaired. -faced We glacial eyes .- are defect to such an extent as to be rotting from the inside. Kipi sinfulness and are worthy of hell like nobody else. The problem, however, that even hell at this point is for them to be good.
-May I ask why are you here?
-Why? -burst out laughing .- only now just to get back there, I come from. And now it's time for prom!
everywhere, from the walls, the floor, from the darkness above their heads began to Come out people. Dead people. All those who disappeared under mysterious circumstances, by sin ... All dressed in gallium, in a perfectly matching suits and dresses ball.
-What do you mean? -looked confused at the devil.
-To all those who are niereformowalni. To all those who are my ticket to a place that you would call home.
-Need their souls to get back to hell?
-needed their souls, to get here.
L. and I looked at each other in amazement.
-No, I understand. Ł-moaned-
They were saved. Expelled them from hell. But now I'll be needed for the last ritual. To return to his world, I must die at the same time as the two living creatures that are key.
-And what we are supposed to help you? I like how? -asked.
-They are my ticket home. You have a good time taking your life.
-We simply have to kill? An animal?
-Man. I made a pact. I came to the people to turn them, but it is not feasible, therefore, to return, I have to sacrifice human life. These people, however, must to defect to the bone, and the death must be terrified. On the death ... And now go back home.
***
-Ł. What do you think about all this?
edifice we left far behind dragged into a vortex of alleys and streets of avalanches due to transport. Pogrążyliśmy in a maze, where the bus was full.
-Know- wrinkling his forehead began slowly, as if he wondered about what to say .- seems to me that it was, what he said today that loony old man who has sense. I think the fact that it is meaningless to me the worst.
-So also think that I, you, the driver of the bus, we can be Jesuses.
-Well, yes. But look, the old man did not notice one important point.
-enlighten me?
-Christs are for myself so I may accept, but for ourselves we can be Piłatami. Situation and an example of relevant, to what is happening now. The bus driver ceases to be polite in his path. Begins to disperse the machine, in which we are somewhere and we are moving ahead. No longer returns attention to the signs or signals light, but still on the gas. Running over pedestrians, and causes an accident, where everyone, including him perish.
-Oh, what a generous perspective. -ironic .- still tell me that the driver is Satan and he wants our death.
-You know what's going on? The fact that we do not need to be saviors for himself and for others Piłatami. You can also vice versa. Be Christ to someone, and executioner for themselves, a prosecutor, killer.
-Altruism. Only a sadistic.
-Yes. There can be only one. It can not be just be Jesus, or just Pilate. You choose only what you are for others, and who for himself.
-But you can be good for others and also myself.
-not fully and not on the scale, if the choice, but yes, you can be good for you and good for others.
-How do you like anything vaguely explain ...
-Fuck! Do you have trouble concentrating? Ł- apparently upset my attention .- can not be both selfish and selfless!
-could not be right away?
looked Ł for me, and in his eyes clearly sensed sympathy directed toward me. Annoyed him, but I do not know what. I did it unconsciously. After a moment, decided that despite all the thought and complete the topic.
-read book, Coelho "Valkyrie" ...
-I know you said recently.
-Do me a taste coincided with an exceptional sentence of the book, according to which we kill everything we love. So you love your selfishness, but come to the conclusion that it must be for others. You love your wife, but her cheatin '. You love your friend, but ill talk about it and is spreading its secrets. Then when they learn about everything, you cease to love, because marriage ends in divorce, a friend stops to share with you the nuances of his life and breaks up with you at all friendly contacts. All because you're executioner, Pontius. You kill his love. Sometimes deliberately, sometimes not.
-Oh, that is, being selfless, and loving to help people, I reach the conclusion that I'm doing everything for them, and they have my deep esteem, so I'll start to have them? You're wrong Ł It all depends on the individual entity that is the man. However, we are Chrystusoponcjuszami, I agree ...
-see, and now came out that I was not listening. I did not say that killing everything you love is bad. Recall my example of selfishness and think again, and he get to that.
A bus unmoved our views, drove on and on, and if accelerated. It seemed that is increasingly independent of the traffic lights and road signs. The driver seemed to be strangely familiar. Old and in evening dress. I looked for him in the reflection mirror and saw him grow horns ...
-You are my ticket to the house of lords. You're spoiled enough.
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