Виктор Пелевин - S.N.U.F.F. буддийский ликбез - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

“Here you are talking about the light of Manita,” she said, as soon as I started the conversation. - What do you have inside you, but I don't. Do you really believe that manita is inside you?

“Yes,” I answered.

- And he is not crowded there? Not disgusting?

- This is only a way to speak. In fact, - I closed my eyes, recalling the prescription, - Manit has neither inside nor outside. We can say that we exist in the light of Manita. And there is this light themselves. And in you, dear, there are only information processes.

- Right. But why do you think that the light of Manita is able to illuminate these information processes only through your six feelings?

- But how else? - I was surprised.

- No way, if you consider manita a person’s fiction. But if you consider a person in an invention of manita, then easily. You just don't know what it is - to be me.

- So you are?

Kaya smiled and said nothing.

- Why are you silent? I asked. - What is bad if I'm trying to understand you better? To figure out what really controls you and where does your next phrase come from ...

“Your idiocy is just that,” said Kaya, “that you are trying to understand this about me,“ but you are not trying to understand what controls you yourself and determines your next act. ”

- He controls me? I asked, thinking what she was driving at.

Actually, she was absolutely right. To understand how the imitation works, it was necessary to first understand the original.

And Kaya was already on the poor pilot on the attack.

- What motivates you? What makes you act from a second per second?

“Do you mean my passions?” - I asked, - desires, tastes, affection?

“No,” she said, “I'm not talking about that.” You are talking about metaphors in life. About bad and good character traits, about long -term personal inclinations. And what I am talking about is happening in your mind so fast that you do not even notice. Not because it is impossible. You just have no training.

When she begins to speak incomprehensibly, the best strategy is to run a fool. I made a serious and concentrated face (I know that she analyzes the position of my facial muscles twice a second).

- Training? Do you think I need to go to the gym?

She shook her head incredulously. I distort my face even stronger.

-That is, in your opinion, I am not striving for what it is necessary for? Too passionate about the material? I asked, trying to make a tense doubt in my voice.

She smiled patiently.

“You really don't understand.” Poor thing.

She feels when I try to mock her. And in such cases, he knocks out a weapon from my hands, switching to a confidential and complete compassion of simplicity. What suits me quite - if this happened, then I beat her maximum thesis for a short while.

Damilola - one, Kaya - zero.

- So you are interested in knowing what is managing you? Or is it too complicated for you?

However. I felt an injection of irritation - it was not so easy to beat my shower.

“Nothing controls me,” I said, “I myself control everything.”

- How?

“You, for example,” I laughed.

- What controls you when you control me?

I thought.

It was best to speak seriously.

- I choose what I like, and reject what I do not like. So any person acts. Although, probably, in a sense, my inclinations control me. Of course, under my control. My affection, yes. I said from the very beginning.

“It's almost right,” Kaya answered. “But only almost.” People tend to understand the word "attachment" as some kind of bad feature of the character that can be worried. But we are talking about instant, constantly occurring reactions that control your brain electrochemistry.

“I like Kaya,” I sang, patting her tummy. - Kaya is my sweet girl. Is this attachment?

“No,” she said. - This is the muttering of a weak -minded fatty sweetie.

She said this almost compassionately, and it was this nuance that turned out to be