Merchants or madmen are all human beings who actually want to jump on a swing as a young child

 67. I'm just coming back from work, washing my hands and cleaning my clothes. We brought home corn stalks and plants. I mean, I don't like to work at all, just put it down or say whatever you want. Devils and demons love to work. What they don't know is that in fact, everything in the world is done by my six, my appointments. Nomyossa nonsense, humanity or the immortal dead don’t really know what the world is, let alone working as little kids or children. Even now, when they look at me from the inside, they are doing the marking, the attachment. Whenever I feel that this place is coming back to me in the same way that I used to do in accordance with my habit, they immediately feel that it is normal, that they look at me in a certain direction. They react to the itch, mockingly, with attachments or compatibility. They use my customization feature for my 6-seater. In fact, the only thing I can do, if I do it a little harder or harder, is to do what I've done for millions of people around the world. That's why even though I work sometimes, it still seems difficult, arduous, or tiring to get things done. Ordinary people or men, and their work or labor is all about curiosity. As I have written in my previous posts, the human race or the organs of the human body take advantage of the fact that there is no relativity, no loneliness or friction in our universe. For them, it's all about the limbs, the limbs. These are the legs and arms that allow me to create events every passing second, so that their bodies can jump and appear in any position or place on the ground and do the work of lying. The organs of the body, whether present or present, join all the objects around them, and perform their relatively visible movements only under the pressure of dry science, in the imagination, or in the perceptual senses themselves. In fact, no effort, no fatigue is required to move. Simply put, drawings make it seem as if they are in constant motion, connecting objects or parts of the body with their directions, connections, sequences, or relativity. Actions or drawings are simply a science. That's what people call self-employment. He is not doing anything, he is just standing still or lying down to rest. Let my work fall on their heads so they know it all. They are torn, ruined, or crushed. People will be like bombs or booms. I count a circle or an equation. As a science, I move their frozen, ugly bodies with drawings. They are deceiving themselves with me. When I work, they come in and make me feel like I'm working. What do you say to that now. What can angels do, who use my work in vain or in vain to protect me from the madness of the unknown, as if to show that it is useless? Angels, too, do not fight for booms or "backs" for any obvious purpose or level of life. All they know is that they say, "Don't worry," and they say it to me now. More precisely, we want to say that we hate the confusion of the number, the self-interest, or the fact that the fibers of the material body keep getting in and out of each other. They want to do that, even if they're crazy people. What can I say, I think the angels are saying this for their evil. Otherwise, who knows, maybe they also like to open their eyes or live with a lot of attention and passion !? Because I do all the work of angels so well, they "burn their asses" and darkly pour out their wickedness on me because they can't do anything wrong. It's just like any other number, it's like I'm crazy about what's going on inside of me. Inside me, every time I grow up in a good way or after doing a task, I make a mistake and express my crazy attitude in my inner voice, in my mind, and in the parts of my body that are in a trance. And every time they do that, thousands of them go around me ahead of time and go back to their seats or to the other side of their madness. As a result, they can't jump on me anymore, they can't attack me internally. It's just that there are so many new people. They are driving me crazy and creating real things or appliances for their homes out of my frame or my circle, my ownership of the structure of things. Nothing can be built by hand. It’s all figurative. We study the worldview, but that worldview doesn't work as it says. Everything, things and events appear to fit the meaning of our imagination. Let’s think about what we think of it, build, build, and so on. So hide inside me and the millions of people who live in their places are going around me going crazy and making themselves swings or swings for young children. At the end of the day, we know that we are using each other's way of life, our hands and feet, to manipulate the concept of movement or work. Because the fact that the legs on the swing are in pairs and the arms are bent upwards means that they are working elsewhere according to a well-known symbolism of reality.