In What kind of world do you live, that you only do things for money?
I am a writer myself, with some degree of success, I can now put it.I wrote the best selling tear calendar for 2016, my book The Alfa Betweter stood for some time in the top ten of the CPNB.
But I can’t live there.And when I look at the time I put in it, it does not deliver so much money, but a lot of fun, because the writing itself is already a very nice process, but to make a book or calendar of it and to have it in my hands at the end , gives an indescribable satisfaction.
Most artists have a drive to do what they feel they need to do.This has nothing to do with money.
Whether or not it is financially profitable is something the publisher must determine.
Many believers believe, fear, pray, do well because of a reward they are in the here and now or in the supposed paradise!Who would still believe if you do well, pray, and all the other trouble if you don’t get a reward?
Separating the chaff from the wheat.The chaff only does things for a reward. The corn? There it is doing all the reward!
The ear of corn:
芒 鈧?虄We turn into shielded circles and are o so amazed when we hear that in India a 12-year language, count and po脙 芦see teaches.Here, an application committee would have fun, encourage and send him away to be put in the lhours by a smooth Janus with experience of course: separating the wheat from the chaff. The chaff is preserved and the corn is cut away. 芒 鈧劉 Eddy put up a cigar, looked in his glass and asked: 芒 鈧?虄what is your profession? 芒 鈧劉 芒 鈧?虄A jack of all things, but especially of nothing, 芒 鈧劉 I said without watching him. 芒 鈧?虄Ah, you belong to the corn! The chaff recognizes itself and keeps itself in position. Kind of looks for kind. A few goes, a new one comes and nothing changes. For the chaff, the corn must run forever in circles and gratefully protrude her hand and is made into policy of social intent, which is carried out by the chaff and so the circles continue to rotate. The corn mort from time to time, but depends entirely on the chaff. How great a genius, a talent, she is nowhere without the chaff. The chaff makes or breaks the corn. A single grain chosen by the chaff quickly passes to the chaff. Kaf arises as choirs and with more success than choirs themselves, while choirs is trying to act as a chaff. The genius is a sucker, who never manages to convince the kafcommittee of Z芒 鈧劉 n qualities, because he is judged on Z芒 鈧劉 n kafqualities and not on the corn: the genius. In the end, by way of favor of the chaff, the sucker can be given a very simple and monotonous relationship, precisely the things for which he has no talent and who does not interest him, where he will be especially subordinate and where appraisal interviews Before being invented by the chaff to reconfirm that every time. Z芒 鈧劉 N talent shrimbles and what remains is really a sucker and moreover submissive, scared and totally dependent on the chaff. For the chaff, naivety is negative, because it is utterly honest and unselfish, and the chaff is never fair and unselfishly. On the contrary she only acts out of self-interest. Never will the chaff be able to appreciate naivety on value, because it is self-stepped and could not measure or be exposed evenly, and the corn would revolt evenly. This way the weeds smokes the most beautiful flowers and the sparingly leftover flowers try to adapt themselves to the four-legged weeds. Out of line conservation genius progeny. Now this has been to some extent always so, but since the total victory of the medium of the chaff, the Commercie, and it is crowned from King to Emperor and the chaff is trapter and slinkser than the corn it has even more space to crush the corn , which in turn does not know about quantitative dominance and does not concern itself with that. Long live naivety! She brings forth the most beautiful flowers and has produced the best choirs without any terriority-fighting urge and without the need to eradicate or exterminate chaff or weeds, let alone ward off. No she shines at multiple glory and usefulness of the whole field. For all bees and birds, which are allowed to feed completely free of charge and without permission of commissions and to laven up the valuables of the naive genius. If it were for the chaff the birds would be rejected to feed on berries, the bees would not be allowed to stir the pistils of the flowers. The whole ecosystem would be tightened as a protected cikcel. Each bird, each at first should by the kafcommittee to be admitted to the circle and pay the highest price, giving up her liberty, her independence. I see you think, it’s not true, it can’t be true. I see in your eyes that you know it is true. Now I see you thinking, is there nothing to do at all? God saw in Noah the only man who was righteous and did no harm. Na茂ve. God swept all the life of Earth in a hundred and fifty-day flood, except for Noah, his family, and of every animal species one pair. After those hundred and fifty days, the earth fell dry, and God never decided to curse the Earth again, because he had come to see that man had evil in him. A correct observation, but the wrong conclusion after first having been struck by鈩?N disastrous measure. God is Schizophrenan and, from that moment on, instead of the God of the corn, became the God of the chaff. As an eternal covenant, a rainbow appears from time to time. As long as it appears, there is no new deluge. For years I walk to worry, write and above all delete how to destroy the rainbow and again I see you think: that can not. You think this solution is not logical? You are missing the inevitable sequence of cause and effect, which constitutes the thought theory of logic? If you consistently remain faithful to this, tell me the logic of separating the corn and the chaff and then throwing the corn away and storing the chaff. Logic has become the instrument of the chaff to justify the principle of the circles protected by the chaff and kept by the corn. Without a God intervening, without being able to make the rainbow disappear, without logic, anyway to separate the chaff of the choirs instead of the wheat of the chaff? Some, after understanding the almost impossibility of this, opt for total destruction of chaff and choirs, but only just above the roots. Others flee to unspoiled fields, but the chaff takes them anywhere, anytime. Many still seek salvation from God and seek their whole life for solutions and answers in the Sacred Scriptures. A single party desperate to be dead tomorrow, but the next day he only has headaches while in the meantime the Earth is being done on the merits and utterly plundered by the chaff without any glances or blushing. Now you see that the destruction of the rainbow is not yet zo芒 鈧劉 N crazy idea if you initially thought. 芒 鈧劉
I becked the bartender and he poured without asking the glasses full.Eddy could drink without getting drunk. He was wrong in a permanent intoxication of revelation as only alcohol can bring about. A whore with her client sat next to us. The customer was visibly naive, because he let the whore order the one after the other glass of champagne. 芒 鈧?虄Pride comes before the trap, 芒 鈧劉 I cried without realizing it. 芒 鈧?虄You are mistaken again, Eddy said, 芒 鈧?虄not for the trap, but just at the beginning of the circles to keep a close eye on the fact that no one falls so that for the benefit of the chaff the circle rotates infinitely viciously. The trap is rather the realization, badly part of a few, which opens the eyes and sees the reality as it is and is no longer coded. The trap is insight that leads to a 漏 脙 漏 n great lament, after which sensuous enjoyment is no longer to be enjoyed simply because the truth is seen and weighed and found to be light. 芒 鈧劉
The whore and her customer left after the customer had to pay seven-like euros for four glasses of champagne and two glasses of beer.I read the despair on the face when he learned the amount of the bartender, who in turn enjoyed it. Man has evil in itself. 芒 鈧?虄If not a solution there must be hope anyway? 芒 鈧劉 芒 鈧?虄Hope? 芒 鈧劉 repeated Eddy asking. 芒 鈧?虄Hope is the wish of parents that their child does not become choirs, but chaff, not naive and get a place in the opening of the circles to make the corn run. Hope is the rabid that reads random pages of the Bible, the Koran, the Talmud and the Veda芒 鈧劉 s expecting to find answers there. Hope is the cultivation of appearances, not of reality. Hope is a fur hat in the summer, a binoculars at night. Hope is the illusion that everything is well. Or hope is distraction as you see, 芒 鈧劉 after which Eddy nodded towards a new hooker, who had sat down with her client at the bar. Looking forward to the hooker, the customer ordered champagne. Hope does live.