Hi, Lee Lofaso! How are you?   
   on Sunday, 12 of February, I read your message to All   
   about "Whitney Houson R.I.P."   
      
    LL> Whitney Houston is dead.   
    LL> At the ripe old age of 48.   
    LL> May her soul R.I.P.   
      
   Yes.   
   Although her life is another piece of evidence that abundance leads   
   to perversion and fall. She was very high in the eyes of people who   
   loved her songs, but she fell extremely low inside her own soul.   
      
   At first she sang and loved it so much, but then singing became her   
   profession and curse. She talked of love a lot, she knew by heart   
   all the words she must say at the concert, she knew by heart all the   
   gestures. She did her job and hated that her words, said so many   
   times, caused inside her nothing, but aversion. But she was a   
   professional. She kept singing in a right way, she kept smiling. But   
   after concerts she could not find any human emotions that could help   
   her soul to live. And in a silent despair she switched the remains   
   of her soul with drugs and alcohol.   
      
   What is I like to say? People must not constantly be with pleasant,   
   beauty things. They must not constantly listen to beautiful music,   
   wear beautiful clothes; admire beautiful faces, beautiful fumes,   
   delicious cuisine, vine etc. If they do, they lose the ability to   
   admire these things. Things stop to cause joy; you constantly must   
   increase the dose. And, at last, a lovely song turns to shriek and   
   screaming, beautiful clothes turns to fashionable rags over pierced   
   skin. Happiness turns to a substances oblivion.   
      
   The next stage resembles the first, but that oblivion has no the   
   third stage.   
      
   Jesus Christ compared Pharisees with tombs, beautifully decorated.   
   If we could open our eyes we could see a similar picture when   
   looking at modern pop stars. We must stop admire such things. Songs,   
   dancing must be simple things. How beautiful it is when a person   
   sings and dances, just because his soul wants to sing or dance. He   
   doesn't spent hours and days polishing feelings. Feelings must not   
   be polished!!! Their main value is sincerity, virginity -- certainly   
   not a robotic perfection of a tired hopeless woman, a poor   
   professional singer.   
      
      
   [...The Flood was when God lost his patience and spat]   
   Bye Lee!   
   Alexander (yAlexKo[]yandex.ru) + 2:5020/2140.91   
   fido7.debate 2012    
      
      
   --- FIDOGATE 5.1.7ds   
    * Origin: Pushkin's BBS (2:5020/2140.2)