At first we choose a way,

Then he chooses us.

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Sense of every activity lies out of its limits

A man took in a hand glass of water and did a mouthful.

Maybe, he was thirsty.

Maybe, wanted to make attempt water to the taste.

Maybe, wanted to fall asleep and not wake up, but hurt oneself.

We nothing can know about it, if does not know that was to this mouthful, and that was after. To grasp the meaning activity, it is needed to exceed its supplies. Into it we can grasp the meaning only its separate parts.

Sense of every activity lies out of its limits.

And sense of life — out of its limits. Into life we its sense will not find out in any way. We will be able to grasp the meaning only our separate businesses and worldly events.

***

Go out outside life

Three brother lived.

The first never lost heart. If something did not turn out, convinced itself, that it only to the best. The miss could justify any. Sincerely believed in the explanation. And lived life not too badly.

Second did nothing to no purpose. If it is necessary, he in what itself and limited: always thought about a morrow. Always trusted that it will be better tomorrow, than today. And lived life not too badly.

The third always did that was required. Liked to observe every rules and laws. Never violated nothing. And lived life not too badly.

Not very much three brother pleased us, although all of them got a quite good result. We not very much want to be engaged in self-deceit, or to live by a constantly escaping morrow, or to go under the thumb of other. We want something such, that our life made sense now, and in every moment.

Then it is necessary to go out outside life.

***

Man which fed monkeys

A man which fed with monkeys nuts said once:

— Dear monkeys! Nuts it became not enough. Now I will you give in the morning only three kilogram, and in the evening four!

Monkeys came in fury.

— Well, it be ok, well! — a man began to laugh, — I will you give in the morning four, and in the evening three!

Monkeys were happy.

Man it died a long ago, but continues to manage us. I do not know his name. Know nothing, except for this act it is unimportant, as I belong to history with monkeys. It touches my dignity or not. But it manages me. I can not pretend already, that never heard of act this man and his wonderful result. He a long ago rotted already, and yet continues to manage me. Now — and by you. Because he went out this act outside the life. We feel the grandeur of this man.

Want to know, what favourite song he had or as called his wife? I want also. Why we do not know about him anymore? Because sense of his life was taken this act. It is sorry us this man.

We feel an own grandeur, and it is sorry us itself.

The pieces of our life crowd, interfering with one other. We destroy that built. Like a man, to losing a way, get-away and returning.