what things are, only that, when we do, we take leaps of faith, every thought you have is an axiom of axioms, created while stimulating sense of time, by your brain, that through evolution has a very intelligent base for common sense! But, none of us can be happy with this, all knowledge is quite vain, why are we here? What's the meaning of this all? The grand Putin told us, MIR is the answer! The Vodka in the Heavens! We Russians will be servants, to our Gods! They are the MIR's!!!"
In the Doctor's sick and perveted smile that followed after he saw the common human sickness, wht he was suffering, what we all suffer, but the doctor's case was a very different affair. It was at that point, that he said, "Doctor, your question, 'where do we come from' makes no sense, thus, you can't have an answer that makes sense."
The Doctor told cold...was this Vladimir right?
"Doctor," Vladimir continued, "life is simply complicated, it's hard I know, but to become crazy about it is to lose the meaning of being human. We Russians make great vodka like no other, and now we are idolizing it, has our lives become so depressive so dull to go to this extent? It has, and technology is not helping. Instead of leading man to live natural life, it leads him to an easier life to live, where he becomes more of a number, prone to buy more units, or products.'
Man is becoming sick. And, I am the cure! Starting today, I will fight the state! This is imposterous, there is no god, sure there is not, what ever you say about god, is what you say about him , but it is not god. What we say is god is not god, it is simply what we say about god, and how can we know what we say is god, is god?
We can not know, and is faith so profound? The thing is, faith is not even superficial!
So, durung my life I have been living, for the sake of myself...I believe that there is something mystical. My father died, and I saw something leave his body, and I had a near-death experience, where I almost reached a white tunnel....Life is mystical. It's not to condemn, it's to live! And, you and your comrades condemn life!
Every vodka you drink is to excape it, not to enjoy it!
I know why I am here!"
The Doctor was surprised...here he was, all shocked, and he dared to ask that question, "why?"
"Doctor, have you never been so happy in your life? So, happy, that you feel as a whole, an integral and worthwhile part of the Universe? Happy to be yourself, and happy to live your life? So happy, that if the Universe could be aware of herself she would marvel at me with astonishment as the essence of her evolution! For what is the purpose of all the cosmic movements of stars, and solar systems and light, and etc, if man does not rejoice in his existence?"
The Doctor was so shocked, he died at that instant, realizing the emptiness of his life, under the rule of Communism and company.
And then it happened, a miracle occured, the MIR crashed right on Moscow, and all the light and energies went dead, the city was in total chaos. The machines used to keep Vladimir under stress and control went kaboom, and he left as the place became empty with crazed comrades.
He had a hope, a vision that this would happen, he looked at the sky, and he wanted to say something. Feeling it was not time, he went fast to find a way to excape his gulag country....he knew that the guards were coming to keep all the escapees under control.
Securing his passage to go to Genoa, Italy, he said, "...Father, thanks for taking care of me, up there."
