The review of Ara Baliozian. Canada

[jR]

Once in a while I am compared to such famous writers as Camus, Mencken, and Vidal only to be told that I am a total mediocrity and a miserable failure.
I don’t mind admitting that no matter how hard I try I will never be as good a writer as Camus and Vidal, or Arlen and Saroyan. But I hope my detractors will agree with me when I say, if I were as good a writer as they are, I would be treated with such respect by my fellow Armenians that no one would dare to say anything remotely critical about me; and if anyone did, my fans would tear the poor bastard to shreds.
As a better writer, moreover, I would have been exposed to an entirely different set of experiences and thus would have acquired an entirely different perspective on my fellow Armenians. I might even have been misled into thinking that Armenians are indeed among the Chosen. That’s because, even the greatest of writers have an ego that is not immune to flattery.
If I write as I do it may be because I write not as a first-class giant in world literature but as a second-rate scribbler; and if God in His infinite wisdom made me who I am, namely a mediocrity and a failure, He must have done so for a purpose, and who am I to question His judgment?
Do I really believe I am a mediocrity? That is not a question that I would even consider replying because experience has taught me to assess oneself is to make an ass of oneself. Besides, trying to be honest in a dishonest world keeps me so busy that I consider it a waste of time to engage in endless speculations and controversies about intangibles with men who seem to be more interested in who I am and less in what I say, more on my status and less on the reality we confront.
However, I will say this in my favor: if readers who have read Camus, Vidal, Saroyan, Mencken, Arlen, and many other great writers take the trouble to read and assess me, then I must be going places.

Ты умна, а я дурак
Разве это плохо
Что то не так.
Ты смотришь с высока
На то что я без языка
Ты думаешь что я тупой.
Потому что я немой.
Я пытался тебе сказать
Что я не дурак
Разве можно меня обвинять
В том.
Что я родился дураком
Я в этом вовсе не виноват
Дураков хватает без меня
И так.
Я просто родился без языка
Но в этом виновата только лишь
Злая судьба

/ Охрик

[Ara Baliozian]

i am learning russian but so far i only understand a handful of words.
sorry if i can't read your comment. / ara

[jR]

She's clever, and I the fool.
Is it bad really?
That's all right, isn't so?
You are looking from your grandeur
Where I'm mute.
You think that I the stupid man
Because I carry muteness in self.
I tried to tell to you
That I not the fool.
Is there possible to accuse me really
In that?
Only because I was born by the fool,
I'm guilty not at all.
There are many fools without me,
So enough.
I simply was born without the tongue.
But the malicious Fate is guilty
Only in that.

/ The O'hcrick

[jR]

Hitler was a horrible human being. He behaved decently only once in his life -- when he committed suicide. If only he had done so at the beginning of his career rather than at the end. Even so, unlike some others, he at least made one good decision in his life.

He made with itself as had been doing with others. It's the programme. Matrix

[jR]

For every truth there are ten thousand lies because that truth pretends to be the whole truth, which is a lie.

The truth remains the truth at ten thousand antitruths.

[jR]

Every ideology has its declared (as well as undeclared) agenda and propaganda line clearly discernible to others but not always to its adherents, especially not those who confuse ideology with theology.

Each ideology gives rise ten thousand lies.

[jR]

When assessing yourself it’s useful to remember the meaning of the first syllable of the verb “to assess.”

as to as's

[jR]

Anonymous: “Sometimes what matters is not who you are but where you are.”

And the LORD God called unto Adam, and said unto him, Where art thou?

Where do you come from?

Where do you come in?

Anybody is remembered - anything is recollected. OR Nobody or nothing isn't forgotten.

Conclusion: Your name is where you are.

Neither shall thy name any more be called Abram, but thy name shall be Abraham; for a father of many nations have I made thee.

It is said that if you have mastered the art of learning, a single letter of the alphabet will teach you more than a thousand classics.

[jR]

At the center of our being there is a vacuum (Sartre’s “nothingness”) that needs to be filled. That’s one reason why man, who cannot create a single worm, has created ten thousand gods.

Also he creates them much in the other world... These worms will come in our world and create gods for themselves.

And ones will gods themselves.

[Ловец жемчуга]

We call wise the man who has acquired the skill to hide his foolishness.

Who are you?

How much of you?

It is the glory of God to conceal a thing: but the honour of kings is to search out a matter.

It is the glory of God to keep a thing secret: but the glory of kings is to have it searched out. /Uncorrect translation/ This is men's foolishness.

Where is here the skill of hiding?

/Proverbs 25,2

But the honour of fools is to search out their foolishness.

But the honour of wise is to search out The God's wisdom.