"Yoga"? Delusion VI. Part 1
I once heard from a yoga instructor that nettles are home to mosquitoes.
And I understood this to mean that the mosquitoes in the last birth were nettles. I have built my own Theory of Evolution on this basis.
Once, I proudly shared my thoughts with society.
"Let's look at a nettle thorn. Does it look like anything?" So I began my presentation with a question.
"Of course! Like a mosquito's nose!" I answered myself.
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Sometimes a mosquito home is just a home...
Apparently it meant that mosquitoes live in nettles.
I need to be more careful when choosing an instructor
One of my acquaintances participated in a large, interesting, and for him exciting, process of creating a new institute.
He implemented many of his ideas there, which brought him even more pleasure with the process.
But somehow it so happened that when they started talking about the owners of the institute, he was not among them. It did not bother him then. After all, he did not come there for business. At first, he did not even receive money in the form of a salary, he lived on occasional earnings.
The new owners offered him a good position in the future, but so far without a salary. He gladly pounced on the newly opened field of activity.
As long as he had the opportunity to realize his ideas, he was ready for any conditions.
But as the years passed, he noticed that his ideas were being implemented with increasing difficulty. And he is increasingly becoming a performer of other people's ideas.
He even resigned himself to this, pushing his ideas through other people in the process of following the directions of the leadership.
During this time, instead of the promised position in the leadership of the institute, he has already begun to act as a lower-level manager, albeit with a salary.
Once he was mowing grass on the site of one of the new owners of "his" institute. Well, yes, he enjoyed working on this suburban area. On weekends. The management did not pay him money for this work. True, he was fed ... Well, then fresh air, he could swim in the river. Collect mushrooms in the nearby forest. True, the mushrooms he collected were taken by the hostess of the house. She then froze (his mushrooms) and, together with the owner of the plot, ate them at home in winter. He was given a plate of mushrooms at dinner. Once after coming from the forest.
So, one day he was mowing the grass and thought that he was doing a great and good job, helping people. He thought with pleasure that by freeing the owner of the institute from this hard routine work, he (owner) would contribute to the prosperity of the institute. Since more time (of owner) will be spent on "great things".
Suddenly, his lofty thoughts and pleasure from work were rudely interrupted ...
“Hey you! ...” A rough, unceremonious commanding voice rang out.
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In amazement, he turned around.
At first he did not notice anyone.
He approached the fence that separated "his" site from the neighbor's.
On the other side of the fence was a little girl.
She put her hands on her hips. And looked down at him. Top-down. How she did it (looked down, top-down), he did not understand.
"They say you are crazy ..."
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"You carry out all the orders that you are given ..."
How the little girl could put so much contempt and disrespect into her voice, he did not understand.
He smiled sweetly and went on to mow.
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