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Human beings don't know the most important thing.
Few even want to know.
And people of knowledge know that they know nothing at all.
Those who know nothing don't like those who know anything.
Knowledge is a light burden but dangerous.

For he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.
He disturbs the balance. Destroys the foundations of faith.
The One who was crucified didn't want to be King.
He just knew a lot.
If he had been silent, he would not have been harmed.
But he spoke. He was teaching with simple words.
He was understood by fishermen, carpenters, traders and even beauties.

He did not make miracles.
They were around in abundance.
His teaching was so powerful to change the world.
And it's so simple
for those who are able to sea and to hear.

He didn't want to suffer.
Moreover, in fact he did not suffer.
He lived to the delight of himself and them,
those who drank prana from his hands and eyes.
He tasted clean water, sweet wine,
he often laughed and sometimes cried.
He loved the world.
He loved the loved.
He knew what would happen next.
So he left his native country.
Nobody knows where he live now
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© Copyright: Valentin Luchenko, 2020