Schizoid Scherzo

Opening Today's civilization is somehow synthetic,which is finite.People that you see on the streets bear time as decay,first their bodies then their spirit.You see history as the ancient egyptians want you to see past,present and future because is their synthetic breakthrough concept.And they placed their concepts of life and death in history.Smart move.As a result their dead spirit lives today.It's the analytic breakthrough I'm interested in and this one takes place in France,Europe,with Descartes.The world of the machines you see today sprouted as mere applications in this synthetic world of the analytical mind.The industrial revolution in Europe that followed the analytical cracking of the synthetic world,which is God's world was quickly understood by the European powers at that time.'Cogito,ergo sum' is the thought that opens up modernity with a new problem.Is wheather we rationalize life or we leave it to develop in a synthetic way.Synthetic is to be a science,think at all the Greek culture who developed tools for understanding reality.One problem puzzles me,whether another species are analytic or synthetic.Carbon based life forms are synthetic but think of a race that is based on silicium (silicon) and is analytical entirely.What is their universe looking like?Now,if you grow a synthetic culture to a porpose or an end,lets imagine we build a rationalized universe as once the greek culture wanted but failed in time,you will get the same tools for the understanding of the universe,only these tools will be tuned for a synthetic carbon based life form. Hannibal The whole destiny of Hannibal revolves around the idea of freedom and is centered by hatred.The Roman presence in the mediterranian sea was less intended to free trade rather than supremacy after the first Punic war.The rule through which money gave wealth to a city was broken by the new militarized roman laws.The world he tried to revive was a decaying one.He never saw the law as a harmless protector and rally the barbarians against it.He took the odds.He fought within the established rules of engagement,won,but was denied the gain after Cannae.He understood then the loss,the ancient world was about to change forever and he couldn't find himself a place in it anymore not even put in charge at the battle at Zama.He spent his last years as an outlaw and his name bore for centuries the wrath of the romans.

the Delayed Time in the universe is delayed by light.There is undoubtedly a hiatus between what actually happens in the universe and what we see happening.Science has always mastered predictions far in the universe.Proper science jumps in time,looking backward and forward in time.Time is cellular for the time being.Independent and interdependent.When it comes to relate time either positive and abstract with self entities you get a glimpse of a time network that grows relentlessly in your grasp.Time has matter when is confronted by it and emerges in temporal tissues as the organs that keep our bodies in life.Think of our neural circuits that speed up our perception on basis of electricity.Light up your brain for the storm to come.Do it in time or elsewhere you'll be delayed.There is only one possibility of having the exact time in the universe and it isn't given by a precise clock rather by presence.Your presence in the universe is time itself.You see now elsewhere around you only your image.If you try to relate with the actual events you participate in you'll be delayed from the actual happening.Your vision is a construct of reality and can

far exceed reality backward and forward in time always in search for the present.Now is all there is happening around you.Everything else,past and future are just constructs,either emotional or intellectual and as long as you believe in such fantasies you are mistaken to believe in their presence.There is nothing you can do to alter the reality you have fallen as prey.Your life is secure now,your gifted self has turned it into a prison for your senses.Isn't is so,you are in control now.Or are they?In the cage you ask yourself,who are these masters I know as matter of facts.And then you'll try to establish a link with eternity.Faith is the last resurgent of a bleeding mind.The nervous system is ash already. Life as an item Each moment by each soul that craves for space and is lost in time looking out for himself in the middle of a busy street while I'm taking refuge in his eyes under the spell of my birth curse for I know I will never find myself this way.And each time I begin to hope my dark nature unbalanced by the living and crushed under its items emerges in sparks of pure delight in the clear sun light.It happens when I take one from its cradle the same moment our eyes meet.Their collective features meet his eyes,the technician is there waiting to carve out his own image in their faces through his eyes.He sees their blindness behind their eyes reaching for items and not for the very souls he recognizes both right in the instance that humanity needs a technician as well as he needs both. Paths to enlightenment Last night I followed three paths to enlightenment,at first there were the white snakes coming out of nothingness,their teeth shinning as they were trying to reach the place I stood still,in a cylinder which started to descend into the loins of the Earth where white flesh began molding itself in strange shapes around me,then there it stood a beheaded yet vertical corpse which exhaled soot and smoke throughout his neck.In the end I found myself flying over a large field of lotuses at night which were given light by my presence because each time I turned around my gaze the set which was quite spectacular blackened. The Edge The cutthroats of corpses rushed at the human pile which laid stinking into a pit at the edge of a wall on which their women began weeping.The wall set out the consciousness of other human chaff that had found a brutal way to make fun of existence.Here, on this side thronging to satisfy their hunger with meat scraps and swill that the workers put in the service of the State religion of what was left of their humanity,were throwing those whom they called the unclean.Looking at each of these from up top they seal a pity you will find among those labelled as well as sub-humans.With a habitus that they kept sacred to satisfy the hubris of a sub-species of people that can't be put at work,they were the memorial that needed to be fed to maintain a social balance between good and evil, notions needed to any punitive society that wants from the ruling class,civil rights,they regarded,ravenously on the hunk of meat they were thrown over the wall of lamentations.On the other side of the wall, dressed in overalls and with shovels,the civilized did a cleaning job called order among the pile of corpses

that recreated the life of every body part after digital chip they had engraved in their nape.This portion of today came from far away, from the boundaries of such limitations in nature that have forced human nature in an attempt to transcend them.They were backed up beyond the fallen as the prey to the mirage of the encirclement of human action amended again for the attempt to be rewarded. Let's hurry up the pace,a verbally call leaked from the thick lips of one of the cutters.Tomorrow there shall be a second installment here, without a doubt! Devotion Open wide societies are just a deliberate counterfeit of a reality that can provide the daily existence.Hence,there is a duality in an existence that believes in its freedom versus a freedom that believes in its existence.It has been proved that reality consists of both.Communism has its root in a non-sense value of the human life yet possible given the circumstances of a daily life based on a working factor that can provide the needs of a plant.Literally,communism was a vegetable factory.Quite true given the fact that you should have waken up by five in the morning for your glass of milk.The existence had once again a provider which was undeniable strong in numbers and weakened by the voice of quantification.Quality was reduced to silence yet money gave an opportunity for those wanting to see more that just figures,values.And values that utter your inner self communion with the universe they live in,the questions that drive mankind towards a resolution that complies with the laws of physics at the same moment with your inner self.Nothing more than just a spark followed man to entrust his self to devotion. about Progress I have never understood why people believe in a better lifestyle other their present one,what gives them this confidence that they can replace a natural order with high tech theatricalities they believe they open their minds with.Progress outside nature is as natural as GMO. This could be easily explained that gaining political power over a way of life as primitive as it may sound to their intellect was an act that corrupted the innocence of man and replaced a so called savagery with slavery.You don't have a choice when they put a rifle into your hands to defend a law which is a post construct of that way of life. The soul has been left as a wrecked vessel into a sea of despair.It can no longer guide them into the ocean using a navigation system or the sea currents or even set sail.The soul we abandoned lies on the sea floor turning himself into a coral to nurture other lives than the ones that had him in their grasp to reach new horizons. Nowadays,being a human is just a deliberate convention society puts as a burden on every individual.I had a strange disillusion yesterday.'Human' is dead,not just as a word but also as a reality.I put this intuition in relation with the thought Nietzsche had when he said God is dead.True for both of us. Under the umbrella

It was raining with angels one night and you told me to make you a cold drink because was unbearably hot there in my room. I asked if you

had any idea where we were,on what continent,in what hemisphere.The open umbrella in your hand was clearly an european habit that placed us in the rainy north.Then you told me you don't understand my surprise at all those angels, that is unnatural to fall off, and that an open umbrella in a closed room always brings bad luck.I was enlightened then, the fallen angels were not our own.You came immediately in my response that they resonate with poverty and diseases and that there are other places on earth where paradoxically, given that there doesn't ever rain, they should fall.We avoid rain in Europe, Africa I had in mind, but you've woken me from dreaming.There people should try to hide from rain under umbrellas? Do you understand now where is raining with fallen angels? Timing Angels The first sparks of light in the universe have been called Angels.They may travel in and out the world of today, but extinct.Their rightful place in the universe is the life they've lit.They are always in constant search of the nature they've broken from,which beckons beyond space and time and without which their own existence would not glimmer in the hope of a future life.An Angel's life is consumed in the light and finds at the end of its existence always his way home.Through the dark, time is running without a clear opposition, it can be said that only the light measures time and the time of an angel comes out into the light.So there are angels who seek a reflection of their lost nature in people.When they found their own image in one of us they pass into oblivion the life which has made possible their knowledge.Life always breaks from a time during which he hosted it, fragments, memories, depositing hours as snails deposit time in shells.They remain in their wake while time anchors in reality through the need to duplicate it in your own shell and to survive a rule that dictates any living being, the eternal return.For life travels and spreads throughout the universe much faster than the speed of light.Life and time are not the same as long as they have their own computing measures of objectivity of each, which is in fact the presence of the act of life over time.And the actual presence is not something that can be measured objectively,the existence of a living organism at some point may be discovered in a time that no longer creates dependence on time otherwise we would revive life in almost all species that lived on Earth and rebuild the virtual past of the lives that had faded long ago.The membranes that separate the organic impurities make it possible the emergence of ' temporal ' cells and each molecule adjust its organic functions in time by removing time from an abstract model of spatial solids which have governed their states as principles of existence.These pure spaces, in complete congruence, compile the geometric model that can hold everything that can happen in life, reproduction and death.You can adjust your life to just a single abstract rule to get an infinite number of

conceptual development that can become constructive assumptions. Hierarchy of needs Your will to represent the others in your conscious will always notify the world of each other presence in the world.But will this world need more personnel, and if so, under which lacking if not of desire then of a weak will.Or is it the lack of labor force?This usage has at its root the desire to be represented into the world,a constituting human desire without the inner hierarchy.And as long as you are enslaved by your desire caught in that image which is your representation and the world your representation you will be enslaved by any possible worlds around you.But there is at last hope,in the suspension of desire.Is this the hope of the world or of a better world?Undoubtedly not.Because the world cannot suspend itself or by whosoever desires so.The world creates dependency around it but also selection.Fighting all alone against a constituent worlds of a working principle of beings that comprise it it's only revealing pain, torment and temptation, a little too close to everything the Saints felt by rejecting their desires.Selection confirms the rule, however, the world is my representation and so it should remain.For nobody to break the mastery of the self requires a differentiation in the human condition that later will change into a hierarchy.We can make an analogy with the castes of India.You will find voices, in particular on the european continent to challenge an issue of an order in the name of equal rights, either of chance or for work, isn't it the same thing?It's a cruel world they all say basically not knowing about what world is all about.Rising at the height required by the time of his predecessors, Nietzsche puts the presence of the others in his representation of the world, presence that requires a whole new phenomenon, the will of power.Alone,my will makes it possible the meeting of the two superimposed worlds but without an order is impossible to determine a hierarchy that will be trampled on by the power of the human will that thus will have appropriated the world through representation. Antic equations To live intensely, not incidentally but what ID can tell you how strong you are if these experiences do not resolve some issues of conscience.And if it becomes a feeling of selfconscious without communication it remains an organic, alive self conduct.His will is hasty, now present, lively, logical and numeric grounded in the right figure.He wants to move, move out into the world, a figure in the equal opportunities of the law, always in life.The prophets have put emphasis on the math of an arbitrary justice which solves an equation inclined toward contrivance.The alignment chances are low, the thought runs away from me and hides at the square number.I find it in the right measure of the equation, not in the equality of opportunity but of an irrational number.It breaks from me something elemental, is, alas,the tautology of its meaning and I grow in confidence that the balance of power is tilted by my weight of irrational powers.The mathematical aether is mastering the minds of the prophets,their lie, their logical reducer of a split existence between right and wrong that is threatening existence on both sides of the equation and how much they need signs these prophets.The previous ones most used one prophecy, natural,an organic sign that didn't reach reality by chance and was a perishing mark for a day for which the sun worked his zenith.This quite fine observation made possible the emergence of slavery in the ancient world.We all ask ourselves, how did humans give up

so easily a natural freedom to be put into an equation?For man is not interested in what side of the equation hangs his fate.His snapping of his full-body movements tamed the species.Any equation relates to education.You can't belong to a master without the equal sign describing now your presence in the world along with a natural identity.The chances of survival will always indicate a rational identity.The rationality of the Jews that had been working uninterruptedly for Pharaoh broke in the end.To get out of slavery in the ancient world that does not know zeros measures, it remains only a divine calculation, a collective identity.I call it informal identity.The Jews were liberated from slavery from the Egyptians by entering the irrational number as a constant in the sign that describes their behavior.The ancient gods were powerless in the face of the new irrationality of the number one,their quality was reduced to tautology.Good and evil, always in naturally given measures in the world as a sign of an equation between good and evil will undergo qualitative transformations that will pass the facing of the two natures in principles present in another world than the real-life of the newly liberated people. Relative light There are jews in the universe who cannot travel faster than the speed of light.That is why they settle down to Earth.And they told you by Einstein that such a thing isn't possible for them,all the others are willingly to try.Let's try a comparison with Moises.The laws that sound sane as long as they forbid such bad things to happen because their God doesn't allow moral light,well,we've broken them,us as humans. Archaic darkness The dark labour is there,quenching its thirst with their bones,working its way up to a conceptual life which is born from there,the need to alter the very existence of slavery,giving rise to voices,unclean of desires,yet resentful to feelings as long as freedom is nothing more than a crippled hollow for those that see nothing much than flesh.And in this instance the pain takes hold of the being,its groans turn others to their fearsome selves in search of salvation.They see through halos the purpose of a life which has more than one turning point with eternity.And they give up their search just to replace it with the idolatry of the cage they were born into. Resolution When the desert that sketches north Africa and the middle East stretches too wide it snaps giving rise to the morgana of a beautiful girl in the hot sun.It's what they where looking after all the greatest warriors since Alexander the Great.The great oasis is to be found.Further East sketches the Gobi desert which can't stretch its way out of Asia being hammered down by the Himalayas under the immense pressure of Buddha himself.Instead it created a mirror image of Himself in the Gedrosian dessert which took the life of the Great Alexander.

Childhood I've seen things,beautiful things that other children at my age didn't dare to break from their mothers.There I am all by myself in this projection hall watching my first semi-porn movie at the age of eleven.It's my second coming to this cinema and I should have been among men.But there she was,two rows behind me,a mother with her adored child,one of my age.I felt their distress when right in the middle of the best part,she stands up and

walks away with her boy.It's the year 1991 in Romania,the behavior rules are changing the old ways.In primary school I'm always the best,I take all the glory when each end of an year crowns me with a leaf circlet.My mother takes me in the park nearby and I ask her stupid questions.She doesn't answer me nor then neither later why she did this with me,why she grew me to be ever the best.She puts me in competition with other children,this time at the Black Sea.I acquired a perfect swimming technique,she is always certain of Her victory,I'm jumping into the pool at the signal with the other children,she watches me,she is so confident,I'm her God,I can't fail and I don't disappoint her,I'm the winner but I cheated,I broke the rules,while the others used their arms to advance I used my capacity to swim underwater.Without to take a breath of air I reach the other end of the pool.Everybody is astounded,they crown me once more.Among other children,there is one that comes to me and asks me.You didn't swim like the rest of us,he knows,I don't answer him,he is one of the defeated.She wants more from me,she sets me to challenge youth.Much older than me,in his prime,twenty,the son of an acquaintance of her is interested to beat me,to crunch my pride.We negotiate first,thirty arms,he says,no,twenty I say.I put on my mittens,I'm ready.We jump into the sea,I'm eight years old against an angry Sea.Waves are crushing me,the current bellow takes the sandy floor from my feet,I hear of the danger from much experienced swimmers that ventured so far from the shore.My mother screams at me.No,I need to test myself.We are head to head after the ten strokes,I lose interest,I'm watching him taking my advantage and I quit.It's a draw.Draw with the sea. Adolescence I remember the anniversary of graduating the secondary school.I was fourteen,long,shinny,girly look.I arrived in class where they gathered without any expectations.Music was playing loud at the speakers,the loudest sound in the school,all dressed up nice,girls wanting to dance,wanting me to dance with them.I looked ridiculous in my sandals,they had their etiquette,their freedom,I hadn't mine.They were waiting me,they were watching me,very movement,very gaze on them made them happy.I was the most desired in the hive.I'm looking for my queen.It's Bon Jovi 'Always' playing loud.I can't find her in the room,she comes at last,I take her by the hand,hellas,the music ends shortly.I'm a coward.The hive!Nobody dares to touch me,they all know I'm in love with her,I'm bouncing with grades,one trimester I'm on top A+,the following I can't make the graduation -F.I'm the best in french nonetheless.I follow her home after school,I wait for her in the morning,I know where she lives,I'm only twelve years old,I'm obsessed.Nobody knows that,she knows,I'm loosing her,I'm loosing my mind,I rage.Nobody understands why I sit in the front bench with a colleague whose name is Chicken,I'm not calling him names,it's his name.I drown for a time.He is short,stuffed,wearing glasses,his tongue is all tore up,cut in pieces.He says to me,it's from eating lead.I don't understand him,but I help him in class.And your gaze,you have this weird arrangement of your pupils.It's from too much watching through the key hole of the door where I live.I don't pity him,he is chicken,my colleague.They all know,I don't.At last I make my move.I begin to learn,I'm again the lead in geometry.I put Chicken in the last row of benches.I have perspective.The girls in class make a list with the prettiest boys in class.They all know it's me.I'm interested in them,laughing at the result.One of them comes and takes the empty place,Rodica.She is at my left,she wears a short skirt,I can see

her legs stretching.I focus.It's break time.When I return in class I find a condom in my school material.I tear it into pieces.I rage.The jokers are upset,they don't dare to do anything.I hear them,Why did he tear it apart?They don't understand. godlike us ! With every generation that is so lost one must rise in order to restore Christianity to the archaic believes they need to discharge their hate upon thee,the one,myself.Purpose,a strong word that has to initiate others yet so fragile in our grasp as long as it has 'augen und ohr' that can't be denied.And yet so addictive to me even to cross boundaries of the heart between life continuum and a presence delayed in time,either past or future,never in an actual time of an existence that has conquered both under such consequences the Gods turned to stone in their wrath against the one that stood his ground.Earth has come forward to allow existence to develop itself beyond boundaries of the acknowledged since man dared to envision his reality on the icy walls of Altamira or Niaux in his search to a rich prey.Art is the expression of an early thirst that can't rely on a sole reality rather than the whole expectation of what may occur in reality.To seize the moment,has turned reality into a moment of self denial of belated Gods in replacement with your own deities.If you face them alone in hunt you will prevail in a time of your determination rather than an alienation to a self work indignant of your actions.The act understood as self acting is God-acting towards your self which is already under the spell of the night.It is in this instance of darkness,he falls prey to his instincts,his archaic behavior takes hold of his being turning his self into a beast hungry for sex,he can't deny as an ultimate weapon against extinction.One has itself which led him to alienation.Either his actions,the dual nature of man has once again turned man into beast and beasts into Gods. Suspension of Pluralism During a time that determines the historic phenomenon makes it possible the occurrence of certain political strongholds in your workspace, a manifestation of their political pluralism in the absence of racial differences.Sparta and Athens did not share a common vision of the world and were most of the time at war with each other.But the racial gap deepens in time and fostered what it was thought to belong to an ethnic group,the political pluralism, is removed from city life.Time writes a history that does not repeat itself, you should understand that, by virtue of the pluralism of identity, historical time,the walking history can be always suspended given a timeless state of human nature, the manifestation of the will power of a given ethnic group.The will of power transcends time.Alone, this was enough to lift Sparta from its pond.But as a historical phenomenon that doesn't repeat 'never' identical to itself, was the consequence of a scientific century to return the cards in favor of history.The knowledge of nature, their laws made possible the idea that time stems the phenomenon.The world is not phenomenal but substantiable on time and time, reversible.The laws of nature are generated by time and now the time has come for the reanimation of the will power before which any living will cannot resist , as poisonous as the entire Reich of the Nazi propaganda intoxicated the masses for a thousand years.If the beauty of either a racial trait, whether natural overpowers you, the human spirit is inclined to create a real edenic situation (Valhalla, Olympus) as they stand as legacies, the gods of the Greeks,their pluralism, the German Gods,the betrayal,or the hanging gardens of Babylon(the

decay).But the spirit that finds the causality of the world will soon turn some people into gods for everyone else to get in their subordination.You understand that the information is to be at peace.And all you need to know is that I, the Persian Empire, lead the world, stands carved in stone at the entrance to meet the guests at Persepolis.A system which postulates the complexity before an individual,naturally aims to open the eyes of that individual.But is there a DHTML limitation because perfection of these political systems must correspond to the nature of the divine.Behold today as you know systems have produced gods.And these gods have not been keen on the preservation of the balance of life but have thrown it into chaos.High culture always sends its excess population into slavery.The Nazis proceeded to eradicate all unhealthy.Vital space is air that inspires the entire Greek culture onwards.Superman, the new wall of mankind is but a position favorable to a knowing that places man in the system and Superman in full exercise of the faculties of his will of power.In this hierarchy, man is enslaved by the notions of good and evil postulated by the system in the forefront of those Superman in full acknowledgement of his actions places him in the world as a God beyond good and evil.We came to organize a random reality on TV shows.I call it mass paranoia.Stars or the ordinary people are not themselves.It happened since the law replaced an arbitrary reality.Really,how divine it must have been before the law.Jesus said he didn't come to break any law (of an arbitrary reality) but to complete reality.Law,he said,is not to be afraid of but present in our every thought and action.We must become one.Nowadays they call these creatures superheroes.Based on imaginative characters they even have to break a law at some point to develop and become who they are.Crazy Batman,for example.Today there is no need to build a scientific kernel to jump in time, but you can jump out of time.From Kant via Aristotle we know that human beings have the ability to link past and future time through causality.Two units of time put together,they are causing each other.There you have the theory of relativity which is actually kantian metaphysics.What is the universe made of but other dimensions of the relativity of the universe that escape light itself.Rephrasing,what escapes relativity is other dimensions of the universe,dimensions that escape light.In other terms there are places in the universe that behave like a mentally ill.You can't actually understand what's going on in the mind of such a case but you can at least appreciate it.Chaos, once established a link with it no longer separates them from you,doesn't let you go,ever.It's there like a splinter in your head.Only the Nazis tried to blow up the chaos in the air but were unable to fold them into chaos. Know Thyself The Greek democracy begins in time with the dictum of know thyself, with the will of recognizing the unhealthy human instincts since then, ending up with Aristotle for which man was both holding God and have sought the animal in him.A parable meets logic in the Bible with the going through the fire of Sodom and Gomorrha. If the Greeks founded a political fortress, Jews have founded its morality.Beyond knowing thyself you summarize yourself to a choice that is the origin of those times that recognize the beginning as a convention,a rule or demeanor worthy of that dictum.Greeks looked backwards at their nature never ashamed as the Jews whose God turned into ashes any temptation that recognized the perversion of the human nature.The Greeks did not turn their backs at the sight of this warping human nature as the Jews, they preferred a

political direction through a set of laws that will take the place of morality. Annunaki Faith in Jehovah is the belief in the end of our temporality, whether it's growing, aging, disease or whatever that approaches us to the death of the body.We have created a God not for immortality but to generate new life enhancements, genetic inoculations into the genealogy of life.Who and whom will still have the right to complain about in the future? To a God loaned from Annunaki, after which we created a model of a life with all the shortcomings of the biological mechanisms that make our beings finite.But than what did they lend us, life or death? Solaris's stages I.Denial Why people reject the design of their most intimate dreams?These are all they ever wanted and yet in their presence they past from fear to suicide.Over these thoughts they want control,a social shaped alterity.The total alienation of the other in which we recognize our identity makes impossible any communication and we want to share our experience. II.Choice Accepting one another as a reality different from their own.There are no answers this reality cannot give to past mistakes rather your choice to relive the past in different shades of your emotional spectrum.The other self you imagined to complete your own is the answer you can reciprocate with your need of reality. III.Mistake Taking the action of believing one self as a whole new reality that can replace a past of wrong emotional engagements.Emotions are thought to be pure either way they develop your self or destroy it. IV.Resolution Complementing reality with emotions you don't understand on a basis of a temporal determination will take you beyond a solid ground you have built for your self in stage II. V.Illusion There is actually no choice to your other self to complete an emotion which has from now on a reality.It is you. Darwin If evolution was grounded in the real Earth history,than all humans with no exceptions would find the next step of evolution not only few Elects as protective as survival of the species itself. Cathedrals of Flesh For those their soul is a cathedral,for reptiles that is the meat.Species of reptiles are so many cathedrals dedicated to the flesh.God in the flesh must have been a dinosaur, a species without competitor.Their Extinction has meant the end of an evolutionary peak whose power will remain unequalled on Earth which survived in spirit or the holy spirit to descend among a less evolutionary breeding.For what

has been human history than a bloody quest for God.Behold,your God in flesh and blood is a Tyrannosaurus Rex, rapacious as bloodthirsty as your soul devoted to immortality and hatching in an oral tradition together with all the dinosaurs eggs.Your communion and sacrament with the body and blood of Christ remind you every time that you need to feed with each others flesh to save your soul! Deconstructions I found these revelations in the ancient cultures. You are the tree of life but you are not a man but a plant.(nominal thinking) I'm a wind that blows into you,making your seeds fall into man's needs.(the doctrine of the reminiscence) You,the tree of life,a giver but also a taker of life for those who seek shadow under your leaves.(the prodigal son,individualism) CroM My thirst for knowledge doesn't kill the wonders of the world.These wonders are visible only in times of slow breathing of a history written on the walls of caves (Altamira, Lascaux, Niaux),that inspired an artistic ideal of humanity as the CroMagnon man saw the world around him.The emergence of a new breed, Homo sapiens (between us be told they are cannibals,we don't recognize ourselves as such monsters!We hide ourselves behind a law that for some of us is understood as unfair.)This species learned quickly how to satisfy its hunger with the artistic forms of the CroMagnon understood as animism, the cannibal's hunger is the expression of a religious disability unable to keep distance between action and beauty.And today there is no pornography between virtual crimes that have purgative properties.They won't put you in jail for being a cannibal,for this unpunishable need you have,they will put you in a mental institute and if you behave they even will let you walk the streets,have a family,children,live a happy life and maybe from time to time some human flesh. The surgery I perform on myself with enough anesthetic to kill a horse,power of my senses to the extreme ends of desire.It happens to me every time I want something in this world,my vital pulsion to be stabbed in the place of its origin,the heart.I delight myself with this pleasure,this pure anthropophagy,thirst and aggressivity of my stylistics. Organic gravity When you descent enough into organic,you become spectator at your own blood flow, there is no turning back,you raise your life to the rank of an absolute experience, you've paid your return ticket to its performance and you become afterwards witness to the competitive organization of life.This revolves around your own atoms and if you link these atoms to a single physical gravity other than your own,the organic gravity will collapse, everything will be doomed to an awful lot, despair and its support,pessimism.We can find in history the same auspices under the greek culture. The cell's constructs The self or all the other identities with functions of a centre are semantic constructs of the cell.They belong to it no matter how confident we are when we

are talking about them.On their behalf and with their help we have built a symbolic reality characterised by a boundless linguistic game as long as it radiates from our self or selves.The organic support of the universe is devoid of identity itself and self-sufficient enough to remain alive through cell division.Its attributes are recognizable in the genetic heritage of early life.That is why life is everywhere the same in the universe from its origin.Life in this universe is a physical constant.What is special and pleads for an identity is the formula of life.The Earth is the melting pot of diversity of this formula, perhaps other planets also host a much simpler formula composed of a single cell that knows only the edges of the horizon of that planet.Such a form of life would not know the phenomenon of death.Death as a phenomenon explains why a cell found in its division a way of life through individuals.The centre of an individual isn't the the cell or its division,but the semantical construct,the fact that we can talk about ourselves endlessly, referring to ourselves as centers.What we don't know is that apart from the singularity of an individual in the world he builds consciously with each concept, conditions for sustaining a self-sufficient life.The individual is the tool of life.When it comes to human life its uniqueness is the last thing we think about.Medicine,law or science work with tools that fit the specifics of life between a set of coordinates we believe by virtue of their generality that they keep the most conducive to life.What is mutually shared that maintains life is recognizable in a short time.Continuity of these sciences and the instrumental spell that has inspired life by its safety, cannot be ruled out today. Cloning time I'm the memory of some foreign beings,dependent on static since time immemorial when life was hiding in shells.I kept alive the remembering of the tools of making spiral shells.In themselves time shall be aggregated with each circular motion around your life.When you have a shell attached to your back alike snails, time belongs to you and doesn't alienate you from its fosilized essence.Part of you,time defends your life whenever time and life are all the same,when time works at maintaining life and vice versa,life is the image of time.That life originated in the dark has the evidence of life's propensity to protect itself in shells, under the scales or in caves,in hideouts,or igloos.There you find life but in the dark and it approaches time as you move up to its complexity.And if such a life assumes the risk of exposing itself to light,will burn in its ailing radiation giving birth to mutations.As we move away from the Sun we get closer to the original formula of life.In fact life mutates from its inception when it found a stable chemical formula and a reproductive one to represent it.But the core of all carbon-based life forms remains the same,it belongs to an individual only temporarily,time being the essence that alienates life by the action of an individual existence.And the action of the individual tends to preserve the finality of life.The cause of this action remains unclear to this day, it tends to something that doesn't contain it.If you study all the fossils found on Earth,you will learn that life has used every means to reflect time.Life began to divide itself with time but it is impossible for individuals to wear the mark of the same time.Here comes the reality of our senses that diversify our temporality.Is there anything outside the shell,outside time?This is the common ground for any living being.Why is it there?No one can give a definite answer.There are identical structures that protect each

other and different structures that tend to hide from one another.The crucible of all temporal existence is the plurality of individuals where these meet eachother.In reality we all ask the right to live.However, these facts do not stand in front of the cloning technology into identical individuals.The problems are not so much of ethical nature as the realistic opportunity to sustain a livelihood which refuses the plurality through the very denial of the existence of the individual structure of life.Clones have big problems with the nervous system, there isn't a reality that can support a altered psychological structure.The need of a clone may not have a corresponding in the structure of reality or reality asks of a clone a need this cannot bear, the adherence to the temporal.That's why any cloning is a success over time. Heart paranoia Life is in pain on this Earth and for what,the perfect crop?Genetically engineered material is poisoning our bodies and for what,to grow in strength?We can't replace a cyclic tree of life with green boosters.If we want to create this miracle we will have to learn to die of course not in numbers as science fails to protect life but in heart.I know it's a lot of drama but this will happen if we choose to go down in silence and not as heroes. Do you think that two million years ago when our Solar system was traveling through the most violent part of the galaxy science protected Earth and life from extinction like happened to the dinosaurs before?I don't see a scratch in the recent history of man.We are here older than you think.We are the keepers. Our paranoia has already laws we can manage to correct in order to avoid an irrational behavior.It's like saying that chaos has no laws which is true,it contains itself from having to do with the law which let me tell you it's honorable;when you want something so bad as the chaos wants,you have to know the law by heart.And I tell you this heart knows more than a stable or unstable love and fear dialectic.Because it's evil.But you already know it:love is not the absence of evil. Your arbitrary judgement defeats life.It's a bloody collective conscience that knows only two things,making mistakes and seeking freedom,than redemption.This two assets of life make it possible as it is.People like us have to deal with you people on this basis.You think that if you can count time forward you have to take your lives in the same direction?You say to yourself,we have a heart,we don't need miracles.You've killed countless of us,Jesus,Hypatia,Joan of Arc,Giordano Bruno,most of the saints and apostles of truth only you refuse to believe although your eyes are wide open.They saw the horrors at Auschwitz.It's a scar on human history only your brain lacking in moral analytical receptors you decided to conceal it by an esthetic operation.Every action you take is made to look good in history only between us we know what lies beneath.You are not even close to know the difference between right or wrong yet this doesn't stop you to judge the ones that can make a difference. I challenge my disease The descriptions of a mental illness have so much in common with me,precise similarities of thoughts as if we are twin brothers.But the description ends unchallenged.I've come to a halt too.I was brave enough in the battles I fought

against the spread of my mental disease but when it comes to end all this I don't see but a quick exit.Exit from what?Life?I've already done that,I'm a vampire,not a very old one and wise for I don't know what to quench my thirst with anymore.Smith in our matrix doesn't say a truth but a fact, the individual is to die.In the end Neo exists both in reality and in the matrix.When they die people exit reality in order to return to the matrix sooner or later in a never ending return of the same self as Buddha used to say.This image of mine I projected into an abstract identity with the fact of life will haunt me forever.I've seen the strings of life(the Vitruvian man)I even pulled some of them in order to distort my perfection or to mount my perfection to the image of God.This choice allowed me insights on the inceptions of life and how the logical man is changing the matrix in which this struggles for its own well being.The pharmaceutical industry works on altering the natural state of well-being of a man.They are certain of what is that well-being,as if we are morons,we don't know our body and mind.Is life beyond their comprehension,the simple fact that they have to respect it as it is?In the future we all will be forced to share all these things that make up an individual.But what about the soul?I need sedatives to put him down.When you experience this kind of comprehension,I mean everything that holds the structure of reality together and you begin to tune it,its very dangerous for you are inclined in your nature to act accordingly.Am I right? I stayed far from taking action and I calmed myself after few weeks.Meditation helped.It was crazy to jump into the vortex of facts.It eats you up along with every beam of light.How big was the star that died you can measure it by the mass you keep as a reminder that you were a sun.Do you fell a pulsar now or a black hole?You will shine again don't worry,but not like this.Nothing remains the same.Reality is always changing.It changed yourself so how do you wish to shine for something that is long gone,history. A Schizoid Persuasion Healthy functioning societies accept an open competition to all ideas whether their senders believe at times that they can change the world or they put in mind to destroy it sublimating their resentful ideas in a willful rebellion against societal phenomena that they conceive as a threat to human integrity. This type of narcissist schizoid in full eruption at Hollywood is the expression of a general discontent of our lifestyle helped by technique and crowned by consumption. Looking further into the psychology of these riots, these schizoids suffer willingly of material deprivations being unable of approaching a way of life they began to hate it. A schizoid has nothing fitting under his mask of apparent wilderness has no emotional bonding that could be addressed by,his intelligence graft on an emotional instability places him alone in the world that has lost the quality of a life in accordance with his wishes. Our interest here branches between genius and insanity .A genius is recognized for struggling for the quality of life itself while a madman will work towards its destruction.Self-love leads us to live a schizoid life in a world that we belive to own and from

which we expect the fulfillment of our desires while the true love of our neighbor opens the horizon of a world fully in accordance with the desire of our hearts most secret mysteries that make it possible the self-knowledge understood as self-correcting for the good of our beings. In very rare cases a schizoid passes on the side of good, for him, this trip is the answer to the question: where you are going at night? that instead to answer you:to the brothel, it hits you with an answer like: To the well of spirit! We understand the later and only by approaching his paradigm what an honest answer like this can mean to a schizoid.It’s the schizoid wanting to persuade the other to emotional challenges that transcend the presence of both of them now linked to each other in this world. Schizoid behavior pushes the one who is in his presence to exceed the limits of conventional emotional binds both to a direct relationship between two people one of which believes himself to be stripped of his will.Your objection in this case leads us to Christ on the cross that might have been in the same situation in which you do not believe in. A schizoid subordinated his will to the other’s choice while inserting him the idea of being in total control over his own will. When this idea is shared by a social group, as happens in the cases where a tyrant is removed from power by the minions in his service,history itself becomes schizoid. It can give rise to a social schizoid complex case where an entire society becomes schizoid. How this disease knows no remission but only as a whole reassessment happens that the Romanian people found themselves incapable of hating their odious past, because as with Nazism this past is beyond human possibilities of understanding the lack of humanity and becomes very dangerous for the future the passing over in silence the complicity to be collectively guilty. Without come and gone Romanians have no way to live than tainting the criminal proceedings throughout the country terrifying an entire Europe with the level of corruption in the last twenty years. It's one thing we can be proud, it is even the national character. The five o'clock news no matter how awful appear to us define it on the screen. This country is a hard matter of resentful feelings or emotions as much as we like to lie that we are humane among ourselves. Evil as a schizoid understands it is the lie becoming main-stream that doesn’t originate in a duality of the true - false, good - evil, light – dark type where the quality of universality extracted from draws for a lie without knowing that this should always be opposed to the truth and its intoxicant among the masses as the harm that a schizoid may cause in the world can only have the mark of universality. The split of life I have accessed the mind of Stephen Hawking,the scientist,the other day.I was pulled at the beginning in a vortex of darkness,a black hole.His mind is so dark.Nevertheless he knows that this force can create life.Not only light creates spaces filled with life but also darkness creates a life void of space.Imagine this

life in the universe.These two life forms,amazing.Only those born in light at the heat of a sun can control their lives,evolve,the other ones born out of darkness have no control of their life form.For example these are the viruses,the perfect shape in the universe,yet so helpless,depending on the other life forms to survive. Other life forms do not have to bear space as a burden.This is an illusion as long as this life form originated with the early space of this universe.We find ourselves already at the beginning of the universe that lives and creates life forms.It's a numerical formula that inhabits our planet and does not yet know division into ratio.It's terrifying gravity collapses under its own mass.The planet coughs,its influenza with a unknown virus.Another life form quickly multiply in the heat of our sun.In this battle with the disease the living planet will have found its identity with which will work for now on in creating spaces.The genuin inteligence of the original life made possible this finding by disposal as a result of understanding the mechanism of cell growth, a way to prevail other life forms.All other forms of all life in the universe are competitive either within their species or with other.We can say that everything and eveywhere is a jungle. The burden of light Of all the possible universes created by the big bang life chose the one that could render heavy.This is why life is for all living beings, particularly for people without exception,a heavy burden.The meaning of life is post-factum, it has a starting point, a feeling, a whim and always links this provision to an objective attitude towards life.Contingency arises or a life who chose a universe that could light its freedom.Man is in full knowledge of the universe to choose a path trodden by light.This is the universe of stars.Once the universe will burn out its fuel with the last star in the universe life will return to the conditions that enable her dark light,to the possibilities of a progressive exhaustion, unable to stop acting as a burden.Maybe man will survive the last star of a universe that will begin to devour himself through black holes.This kind of life without a burden (mass) and freedom (light) will be without organic support, the more likely scenario includes a force that can not hold together all that remains of a stellar universe came into chaos.It will be interesting to know if this will generate a life force in the darkness which coordinates to be recognizable in terms of post meta-physical good and evil.The cause of this universe constantly manifested its inception and made the best possible choice of a world through this universe.But now,exhausting the whole arsenal of light, God or the source of all radiation gave an end to light,the last breath or light beam being eaten ravenously by a black hole. The Camel's back I am aware of a straw to break the camel's back.This is happens at the zoo today or by looking at too much Animal Planet.The world wonders who broke the back of the camel.There is an untold story behind it.All comes from the burdened spirit which for Nietzsche the untold story behind the burdens is just an illusion due to the burden they bear.With pleasure I would say, because it is a desert in front of the past, and no height that would really task the memory.The spirit of the camel is also broken like her back but to understand this you have to know your body.Thus you will not shine in the shadow of the knowledge of the possible conditions (Kant) of life in the desert but you will shine throughout your skin.The metamorphosis of the camel into the lion takes place also in

front of the TV program, in other words in the public arena they slaughter lions not chickens.Who doesn't want the thrill or the feeling at hearing a voice so powerful that shudders your body?All the orgasms happen today in public,it's the oral sex definition.The becoming or the bringing forth to the public's attention is taking place as a result of the birth of the child without known parents.This child will be adopted by humanity as we adopted the spirit of Nietzsche. They say the burdens you take are not overwhelming because you are a camel,you were made this way,we don't make the rules only conventions.And the camel besides its broken back has a broken spirit,given by men.They only saw the hole in her back.Well,they say we can use this hole in the desert. Besides Besides is a word that you draw near when you go beyond the identity of aesthetic formulas. What's besides somehow must be removed to achieve the perfection of form. That's quite a paradox. Next to me stands a 'who' that defines himself when we are together,the sharing of identities taking place between us with a grace given by itself. What defines creation, without which the identity could not become conscious of itself is right beside each other. I'll put you next to me in order to tell me how to improve my art. In fact to have it shared with another became fashionable in recent years.By adjoining a form the original points out that identity is thus decrypted and made intelligible by the relation of sympathy with the new form put together.Together with the next,identity loses its tautological acquisition and becomes by synthesizing with what joins besides,a mathematical principle which will underpin an a priori knowledge. Mathematics responds more effectively to knowledge than physics, it is granted by the depth that characterize both. This word,besides,occurs rather in mathematics than in physics. The latter has no safety. If Archimedes had found a point in space who knows where we would have been orbiting around besides other suns. Besides in math equals one,in physics is more than or equal to one. Besides is thinking's necessary function when one draws his guiding principles from mathematical axioms, together in this case is redundant, unfathomable. Functions work in time and not with time. On the other side and with another method, that of observation, the physics determines what's next by measurement. His place alongside the physical is the facilitator for its laws,he determines what is necessary for knowledge,himself alone being necessary for knowledge. Designed with space,the time of a linear universe shatteres when placed face to face with itself five billion years from now,appropiating his identity from its inception and recreating the big-bang conditions whenever you put two times together. From here one can easily deduce the existence of an infinite number of parallel universes that compensate each other. Consequently besides exist beyond our visible universe and it's the faith of all the metaphysicians besides the physicists are starting to believe.We passed besides in the records of measurable reality, we measured the absolute on the empty scale of numbers and inventoried the many galaxies that are besides us. First metaphysicians of our time were the musical geniuses who understood the circular nature of time and joined musical notes under it, so it was that occurred suspended spheres in Bach's organ music, the idea of destiny in Beethoven's symphonies, the elements unleashed in Stravinsky's ballet music. Music as an art perfected by Bruckner and Wagner along with Hans Rott, the identity of their art as was romantic as their nature. We are finally waking up from the idealization of reality as out of a nightmare that few still want to have it.Reality is again besides us but we've lost our innocence that once accompanied us to idealize it and to believe that we can take it into possession.

From a black hole More or less witnesses you encounter in life to its genesis forms of consciousness after each sensory experience. It is in the handling of sensation,the volitia of recognition as it is a form of representation. Sensations of short duration are raised in the conscience that rebuilds itself in each tiny point of convergence with the will.There are representations which aren't currently associated with the free will. To me these are the will.Long term sensations break the hysteria of representation of a force that believed in itself. If we read in the stars we find out that our life begins at the time of a big-bang.I have always been fascinated by the fact that I kept the analytical thinking as a remnant and a constant reminder of the fact that we all have been born from a black hole. What is static and cannot cope with superficial temporal exits is the ontological proof of God's absence. This universe we live in bear one of possibilities of an association of space with time. Time is a possibility passed into existence. His theory of relativity is one of the most user-friendly solutions to the turning point from the crisis of knowledge of the twentieth century. In this universe we live in a linear time,the ingenuity of some theoretical physicists who have invented time travels which, either say, are impossible due to time and if there is anybody to contradict me I will honestly demonstrate how can I beam myself at the same time and place with apologies.There is no creator of this universe because there is no time before the grand big-bang to work with at the creation of the world. The question is whether other universes are drawn up according to the formula time and space. Anyway, you can replace time with everything will pass through your head but you will remain in the same vital space, that is, in your body. But consider how it would be a symbiosis time-space with the other beside you to that you represent in time. Time goes by, but from where and to what or whom? Prejudice that everything has a cause in time is a dizziness.The buddhists know for more than two thousand years the quantum mechanics theory of matter. Their faith in reincarnation is the scientific education that receives every Buddhist. Letter to a friend My dear friend,I've lost many battles in my life that only have made me stronger for the times to come.But these times never came.I caged myself into an iron box,no one can break,not even the strongest sedatives.It was a defensive mechanism.I discovered my being in a time that revolved around me,helpless,defenseless and I turned my gaze from it.It was a mistake,I coudn't interpret it's sexual behavior.I couldn't find my being in it.I shattered this illusion,the indians call maya.There is no way to live in time only if you make it yourself,if you break its boundaries.I think at times that I'm part of the pyramids in Egypt or a stone in Stonehenge,something that possesses a power beyond time only to feed the imagination of those who think of themselves free beings in front of the immortals.My time now has clay feet,cannot move and it's stuck in a moment of contemplation.I can reach your thoughts even miles away only to see a world left in decay,remnants of a time when Gods have walked amidst humans.Gods need no language to love their creations.They are highly esthetic beings in love with the beauty of this world they think their own.And beauty we possess,whether is inner or in our sight.I had my moments of revelation when put in front of a panorama of a city like Tel Aviv I could hear its screaming.This city is in pain,I felt it there lying on the beach.Cold structures,skyscrapers,a money built society that is poorer than arhaic ages for it pursues wealth not really enjoying it.When you build something of concrete you get closer to your death,actually you live in a mummified environment.Today's tombs are the largest metropolises.I hope your departure into the mountains may bring you the deepest thoughts on humanity,a freed from all your demons you carry inside helped by sedatives and fought by a great consciousness of our time.

Archaic darkness The dark labour is there,quenching its thirst with their bones,working its way up to a conceptual life which is born from there,the need to alter the very existence of slavery,giving rise to voices,unclean of desires,yet resentful to feelings as long as freedom is nothing more than a crippled hollow for those that see nothing much than flesh.And in this instance the pain takes hold of the being,its groans turn others to their fearsome selves in search of salvation.They see through halos the purpose of a life which has more than one turning point with eternity.And they give up their search just to replace it with the idolatry of the cage they were born into. Triumph of the will They lose themselves in this world and this allows them what is thought to be their freedom for there is no respect for a life of integrity.The life of Jesus was to his crucifixion worth living.Beyond God's word they discovered their emptiness,few believed in its glory.When you refuse to formulate thoughts,when you have surpass their need for living, you discover that you place yourself alone in life,you take life as it is,not hating yourself but in its awe.Because words defeat your self,they control your hate.I crossed the threshold of the most precise expressions and I found their end.I buried a world created by words.In the beginning there was the word and the word was God.At the end there was life eternal.And this life you don't live through words.Life doesn't comprehend God.Treading on God's death you receive the eternal life of one that has his self.This is the meaning of Christ's resurrection, the meaning of a faith that went beyond the beginning and found itself beyond the word of God in life. Let your words come to me.I want to teach you how to overcome them through life.In the beginning there was the word, and the word loved to do the Lord's work but crucified by people understood in the end that his life was not the word.He learned that people hurt, sacrificing himself, being and using words as tools.He would have been crucified by their word in common agreement with life.For only on the cross you overcome the beginning and find out that the word stays away from life.The Word no longer helps the crucified One. The triumph of the will it's the perfection and the ultimate expression of the christian life.It took the death of God on the cross for man to possess his will.Will is one whether divine or human.In the chronological sense, life is the expression of the will. Radioactive heaven

All the space of our universe is radioactive. Here is a false assumption contradicted by a prejudice as simple as possible, life eternal.One question is raised: is there in the universe a space to react with it? The response of a mind which is venturing beyond the light is that yes, there is eternal life in the hypothesis of a non-radioactive space.But lets drop the term forever for a moment, and we'll find out after centuries of scientific searches that the material of which consists the living matter is a result of an explosion of a sun, that summarizes a long range of radiations. Life itself is bio-energy, inhabited by atoms,essentially is radiation and if it is drawn up after a celestial model of a stars has a beginning and an end of a consumption. Here, however, a simple prejudices may put into question the scientific foundation of the universe. How is it possible that life eternal to exist and where we find this space free of radiations? If not in this universe then where else? Another question is raised, why we burden a life made from organic material if after all faiths and religions eternity is something that we access after death. Life

begins,consumes itself and dies in radioactivity. Light has reached spaces far beyond life and so will do one day life itself.. But what if the light will be reaching due to man a space inaccessible to man, life eternal? Science will light one day man's life, his searches, will give all his questions an answer only that despite its tool,the light, the methodology and its purpose will have substituted man already. Egyptian avatar For the science of an ancient Egyptian goddess shared to man I've been mummified alive by the gods, yes, by the priests of death in the Ancient Egypt.I have brought them back to life but they didn't recognize the co-ordinates of my body in which I left them to reside for a time.I knew too many things that turned their belief up side down.They explained to me how the science of the Ancient Egypt weighted the Earth's mass considering a tension between Earth and the countless stars among it,making all distaces infinite in time,they calculated with precision a star alignment which to correspond with the center of the world. This is the pyramids alignment at Giza.This science gave me the power of a thought that can rule the Earth alone.My political ambitions went beyond ordinary.I thought of an advanced realm based on cocaine.As the living quarters on the Earth narrow down with every passing day in spite of its infinite quality or qualities I decided to cast all my cocaine in a vital space. A lost world A civilization is inseparable linked to the slave owning mentality. It builds up in time with the work of slaves only to be aborted as an undesirable alterity in the life of those who powered it. Once unbreakable believes that flickered mountains on Earth, the Pyramids of Egypt or the fusion of atoms, now abandoned as dangerous points of convergence with the absolute, whether they are the life after death or atomic power to detter. What survives at last is the act in a life of the concrete needs placed in the masters grasp even if the slaves abandone him or are being punished by it. Mastery is of short duration regardless of tools which it uses, physical or psychological, the whip or the terror. The difference between them is that blood flows always with purpose in our bodies when a reaction of hatred can smoulder years after years in the case of a single man or centuries in the case of nations,only to direct violent energies which may endanger mastery. Mastery does not know any psychology, this is the science of slaves,phenomenological, strongly anchored in the reality of our needs,of what we are but such a psychology cannot rule ever. It lacks a guiding meaning of life,which is to be broken subsequently from life which is vital for any civilization.That's why any civilization that sunsets is regarded through the eyes of the slaves as dwelling madness.It has completed its solar cycle of life,enlightened humanity for a while to fall into oblivion.Anthropology may dig up the faith in life after death of the Egyptians but cannot find its current meaning contemporary with life. It remains to cinematic peliculas to give life on screen of such a lost history. Hollywood dementia Killing must give you the same thrill as sex.I don't know which of the two impulses is the strongest one but murder is as natural as sex for me.The more you perform it the better expert you become in one of them.The exceed of morality throught sexual orgies or mass genocide is desirable.Both are never to be together in a society where men

become women's slaves under the sex burden.With their emancipation through pornography it died their admiration of man.Classical manhood is long forgotten,the one in which the woman was property of his genitalia. Restoration A sociopath doesn't stay away from humanity and is a part of it.Only the worm in his head wants to desecrate its ideals. There is a temporal hiatus between what we want and what we can do for.They don't happen at the same time.It's the psychological place in our brain called non-sense.I want to restore this non-sense of being its potential by rejecting all mechanized quenches of desire in other words,porn.We can achieve what we want only in time by getting through the non-sense.That is why is more interesting to look at the hair style of her pussy rather than at the meaningful rod.

The deified one Easy steps will follow him soon into the desert, where you go to the deepest of ravines that have swallowed the unfortunate ones.There in the depth of darkness they groan with pain,down there the stones retain from their suffering a wave of silence impregnated now on their dead,decomposing faces that resonate in deafening echoes between the steep walls of the abyss.Their curse is perpetuated in the world with every wave that moan quietly,shaping a world pass into darkness through the last final gesture of the collapsed.An obscene gesture passes the living into non-existence, the pain into silence, solitude in a grimace.To bend the truth about this abyss of humanity when you are on the brim of its bleeding lip,on the edge where everything is resolved spontaneous,you simply refuse to save them from the grasp of despair of those thoughts that were born out of fear in the face of death when looking how to keep, like the people who discovered the fire, this time your life.Those who use their powers beyond understanding are called gods, others left in distress will perish.This contrast that draws the world is called duality.The essence of the world lies in opposition,otherwise there isn't eye for knowledge. I sit now all alone guarding the wood which flickers slowly,maintained only by the the memory of the extinct but necessary ones before my deification.I will take the firebrand into the abyss,I will rummage through their bones for a human skeleton model that has set himself free in this world.When it will take consistency and the pieces are complete, I will show him before you under the form of a totem.People will venerate knowledge again, people will love him more precious than life, the earth will deify. The egg

In her womb there is an egg.Having a Christ in every ... yellow round.The shape of this prophecy is circular, closes life both with the beginning and the end and opens later the cross path for each synthetic egg. We are born welcomed in the world at a time, hatching in the warmth of a tradition we are going to fulfill with the history of a path of love for the others.But in the end the egg no longer recognizes himself on the cross as master on a holy tradition.He broke from tradition when he loved what overflowed into the identical,the one and truly God.Everything was one as in the beginning,spoken word and fulfilled at once.It is the law he broke through a blind faith in them. I made them free beings, and I taught them that love causes creation,names it besides God never as a blind submission on behalf of a law that binds us tightly to each other canceling our creative potentialities that lie dormant in the dogmatic slumber that defines the verb to be until the dawn of a new religion of love will cease our suffering.Everyone's life begins only once and it is made from the start to cry its heart out how painful is in the world to be hatched in love with the brothers that you see them identical with you. We are born with God by his will, besides all the way along the cross that is so hard to follow when we are asked for the sincerity of our hearts. Locked hard from the moment we glimpsed a feeling of slavery for our identity in the world,we start our lives on a path of a love that does not have ourselves. Instead it has everyone's God, sharing his grace to each other on parallel roads as far as they all lead to a center of your self. Our lives are parallel, only the spoken word and fully understood by each other on the cross in the allknowledge of God directs our lives to the center of love, the same for everyone who turned out from themselves radiating love from the heart center of self salvation. An egg that puts in the center the self interrogation is as corrupt by the organic as the sensual pleasures in the placenta will determine later its becoming of its own being in the world through the power to subdue.His love is still for himself, lay in the darkness of the womb where life begins to feel himself worthy of the light that will accede at a term that is natural.Everything alive keeps its integrity even in its absence.That long awaited day begins its labor at the end of which, tired, light shows to a world left in obscurity.He wasn't born, but aborted. Versus idealism We witnessed the degradation of the idealism of Germanic origin when it ceased to be a reckoning force in people's lives.Did this idealism justify on behalf of which happened crimes against humanity,the long wanted desire of cultural supremacy of Germany in Europe during the Second World War? This idealism doesn't live today not even among the neo-nazi groups.We have denied all of it as a false paradigm for what could again draw people than the fear of another war led in its name, this time on an individual level.The romantic idealism remains in history as the engine of a high culture, to which

we have escaped its coercion, however, we know to avoid it.Nowadays culture has its definite place, away from those tendencies of domination at which bow all those who walk on its territory.High culture was hidden to the meaning of the world and was beheaded of the once proud,considered by example a Beethoven boldly in the choice of whom devoted his musical pieces.Nietzsche's figure grows once again on the grave of the transcendental idealism,he was first to denied it, fulfilling the prophecy of his death which was not far from us.God is dead, however we try to resuscitate him.The therapy of language healed those who have dropped into the trap of these concepts without end:thing in itself, truth, idea,spirit,etc.The romantic idealism answers all these challenges bravely, with his youthful pride that he took in charge to base the modern science.Everything was lost after a century when he was hermeneutically cracked in postmodernism and lost its genuine expression.

Kingdom of heaven The kingdom of conscience is the result that followed the encounter of europeans with genuine judaism during the crusades,Christ doesn't speak anywhere in the Gospels of such a kingdom.The judaic phenomenon couldn't be denied,it was something that happened.Nihilism denies this very thing,the fact that we couldn't deny it and to annul the importance of Christ in history.At the contact with Him arose in Europe a kingdom of conscience ,the last manifestation of this kingdom,nihilism and the mask of Nietzsche who announced the death of God,the fact that we couldn't for so many centuries escape His coercion,denial we are indebted to with the emergence of the kingdom of conscience. All that we know Knowledge beyond what is given in the world ascribes to concepts as thing in itself, God,spirit the explanation of non-existing phenomena.The critic of pure reason put bounds over the possibility of reason of knowing such given phenomena.God must be given in the world in order to know Him,any means to glimpse It, whether called revelation, prayer, religious experience,doesn't bring you anywhere near him. We know all the sensory data that our bodies at the interaction with the environment they produce? How can we complete the knowledge of the environment? Knowledge can overcome the environment that produced it,in turn knowledge cannot produce healthy environments.After Cioran knowledge is a curse, (who knows how hard it is to have a conscience?), after Nietzsche, an incurable disease (how many years it took me to my recovery?). Under what conditions is knowledge possible? Homer,the man Homer opens to the modern man into logical sequences of helplessness because eh,isn't it so this man can no longer see an existence of its own, a free, fun and excitement road through a life which the gods dictate a destiny worthy of an ancient tragedy.At odds with fate under which Homer wrote, the man behind the scene, has lived with a lucidity misunderstood until today the drama of poor blind alienated from a the world he could no longer break from thus refusing to act.The feeling was terrible.Who was actually Homer behind the scenes?A man tortured by himself,by a grandeur he managed to stage, an impossible life born beyond the eye,having a preference for it on a way of a life through vision, conscious of the fracture with it.It is the most solid drama in history, perhaps the strongest, rest, Aeschylus, Sophocles, Euripides has exploited their own formula in the service of humanity that will compose the next generation's

replica.But only Homer can bring and reject an experience.He is the man. Free to choose I haven't met in my wanderings in the history of the spirit a mental strong enough to resist the temptation of flesh,a conscience which builds its sense beyond desire in an absolute no way fad or austere,vague and undefined but walked among the too-worldly, a mundaneity of a semi - god. Blessed with madness, Nietzsche somewhat closed himself to that state of psychic tension that instead to animate his desires has revealed a world of impersonal wills that animates any accidental conglomeration of cells, a world in which every motion or altering of the conservation status tends to domination, this is the living expression at Nietzsche. But to get to the reality of this unchaining of the living, the crushing of it under the constant fire of doubt until the revelation of a world animated by impersonal forces clashing constantly creating tense realities broke the deterministic spectrum of a mental life attached too human-like to this world. For to step beyond and to remain suspended where any drama is impossible, where every trace of living is severely punished isn't the bias of a spirit that thought himself too liberal? Free of choice, free in front of all options that opened before your, going along and alone on this way of life ,vehemently denying all logic creations, all those terminus points of thinking when put in front of them you face a wall as before you finally understand the enigma of the spirit,that you have to risk,what?,only your consciousness maybe, that if you don't choose to turn your eyes from the truth and to look back to the difficult road that leads to the principle of non-contradictory and doing so to shatter it. And then all those who made the wall,as they say,turned their eyes back,they understood the big benefit of the measure of their ignorance, nothing but the foundation of things, a look of an allknowing, a certainty so relentless that this is the measure of things,that's the way they arise as an opposite of each other. With such certainty Socrates seduced most of the Athenians. And Socrates was given to deliver,God forbade him to give birth, Kierkegaard reminds us.We says that we cannot choose what kind of children we'll have. Each birth is the result of arbitrariness. A logical step in its territory mean, Nietzsche says,that we must admit one more fiction, that of a priori synthetic judgments, and Nietzsche refused to take it into possession, to know the rule of this other world beyond. Perhaps his spirit did not need to soothe his labor in an unconditional much too uncertain prefering a bit of certainty to an abundance of beautiful possibilities. But let's close all possibilities and firmly anchor ourselves in time,be more careful with it,for we don't want to smash it,break it into pieces,ultimately we are humans, not dynamite. Mirror,mirror...

A coherent theoretical system that adds nothing to the explanation of the world is actually equivalent to the the world.In fact it’s the mirror image of the world.Physical laws don’t describe reality but tune it to a theoretical system that is the image of the world in a mirror.There a physicist will discern the static and the movement of the image, a logician will isolate the identity of the image,an artist will see the color and composition.But few will accede to a truth for which the mirror image of the world lies in an absence .Man has always understood to cover this lack with fictions, complementing its image to completely saturation.For everything lies in details and when someone discovers a new look and even somewhat grotesque that simplifies things than the mirror reflects the power of judgement of that man.The fascination of

such an image in the mirror is in the correspondence with reality.But isn’t it so, when we look in the mirror our imagination tends to fly and some people even fall in love with what they see in there, strong anchoring themselves in reality, in other words they work to transform their image in the world by means of the mirror.The mirror helps to fulfill the predictions that people inlove make regarding their own image, how must they appear before the world.It’s somewhat strange to be present only in the mirror,it’s what Kierkegaard callls the esthetic stage of man.The passing to the ethical stage cannot be done in front of the mirror.It’s a virtue that lies hidden,doesn’t show itself.Good,if such a thing exist in the world,should be visible and appear in the mirror, which doesn’t happen.Missing quality,the good receives from people a fictional use. Informal war Which is the most durable force in the world we live in than the adulation of power which gives life?Christian world knows only the power to subdue.Senses,mind,heart.But there is another force, kept under control so accessible to those few, a force larger than life, a force which sums up all human knowledge about yourself, about your beloved neighbour, about the environment, and finally about the universe.What is that power that fills at times a consciousness of our time and new dimensions rises, unleashes new cultural developments.I thought the messengers of today world would be the schizophrenics. Their paranoia brings them around the world, its truths be it conspiracies or supra-natural interventions, they feel the pulse of the world.Very rarely we meet a spiritual root, the product of a delusion metaphysical insight that associated with sexual pulsions in private and collective consciousness that started to take their right in posession at a given time in history.The keepers of the world today create bridges between man and the past.Such missions occur on Earth, claims of secret societies, certain rights.For example, the jews which raise establishments in the promised the palestinians territories .The coordinates of the spiritual world in which we live are passed under silence whenever a voice is heard saying that this world bears the burden of racial extinctions.And these voices know too well the past to anchor themselves in a future essentially a racist one with intentions of historical masacre of that will that struggles to resist in the face of the informal attack.The Muslim world is immune to information, the new cult of the Western world, so a new genocide is about to happen.The most desired military intervention around the globe, the US in Iran, is not against a population who speaks farsi, or Persian language,a language in which was heard for the first time about the world order, remember that all the world could read the message at Persepolis the following words: Understand the information so we could live together in peace.The relevant information is that I, the Persian Empire,lead the world.Understand this.Nothing more.United States does not want anything else than totality.And when this is supported by the Universal Declaration of human rights you have to submit.Gaddafi's gesture that breaks in the council the UN the text of this statement was harshly punished.Before 9/11 the US was leading the world after 9/11 US learned that does not know to lead itself.Obama's foreign politics was nonexistent.Instead of putting pressure on the keeping of democracy in the world, Obama has put pressure on their people.Perhaps the world of U.S. politics was something lent in history from the Nazis and now the loan must be paid by the citizens as taxpayers.More and more voices in the American society are against this information.Where life has no

meaning is clear that things will go crazy.Maybe for the better.Human intelligence has already been classified, it's something of the SF in the 1990s, something I find to be exploited to manipulate life.How but thought the pawns at today's policy table.The first pharmaceutical experiment on a religious leader with a considerable political influence in the world was Pope John Paul II. remember how this looked and spoke in his last years.Impeccable. No weakness.Said, I've watched the same determination on Putin.Obama made jokes at the expense of his image suffered in the four-year mandate.These leaders are no longer men of dialogue, as policy today is no longer the art of compromise. Paperclip You think you won the war with the Nazis.Whoever starts a war is the winner.Americans might have killed a dragon too strong for those who don't possess the powers of necromancy.The project Paperclip was for this understanding. And then you show up at the Oscars as a winner,the Lord of the rings,a brotherhood of men that took the credit.Frodo was just a tool,when needed.You portrayed his weakness,you gave him your condition,you fought amongst him your battle,you used him to your purpose.Caught in a whirlpool with you the only option is to think straight. The dogmatic fortress The dogmatic fortress stands proud in front of me like a virgin.Master on myself I take the first steps inside.A rarefied air and a deadly silence surround me.It's far from what I have expected.Here inside nothing has life,nothing breaths.A mysterious force pulls me inside confusing my senses as I totter carefully towards the sanctuary.Here I was told I will find the wizard.The wizard's truth I knew it very well.There,locked hard between his objects this one contemplated in his self the ultimate truths he touched in his absence in the world,unquestionable truths given the necessity associated with during their configuration as objects of thinking.Like any dogmatic who seized the truth through a sustain effort of will,destitute of freedom inside a absolute alterity,the wizard followed to seduce me with his truths,to fall into the trap he set for me.Behind all these there it was,his mask.There i needed to unveil his artificial world,this self-sufficient world without any threads with reality.I was sent with a firm mission .The wizard's head has to fall. What I was confronted with I hadn't the smallest idea.The prejudice urged me to believe that dogmatism was the safest ground possible but in the same time the most barren.Nobody could quench his thirst of knowledge walking into the dogmatic desert.The wizard must know without fail this truth,at least he is true with himself,the source is too salty for other to quench their thirst.He was awaiting for me and I knew most of the seekers who never came back to reality after entering the dogmatic fortress,facing the wizard.I knew also all the traps set behind those the mask of the wizard was hidden.The wizard is dead for the world,this cannot see his face.That's why he wears a mask.The meta-physical truth he came to doesn't need proselytes,it's there standing stiff,self-sufficient and it's hard to distinguish between truth and being.Dogma and wizard are one. All these words,self-sufficient,superabundance,try to reproduce an existence closed in itself to a high degree contemplative given the fact that the relationship between wizard and the world has been suspended by virtue of an impossible:the reality.What's left behind of a flood?Same happened with the wizard:negation was the flood that drowned reality and buried an entire world.He lives now only for the splendour of his bright ego I'm in the middle of the fortress and every movement I make is becoming heavier,my legs are clay.I'm under the wizards spell,a powerful spell which hardly can I break.And wasn't the fate of my predecessors who faced the wizard to fall in dogmatism as long as

they thought they accomplish in this their will of power over themselves?The dogmatic being is a moral person,narrow minded and aware of his narrowness ready to offer his morality services to those thirsty of eternity. I'm looking for the place the wizard is hidden,only unveiling his mask the questionings and the conversation with yourself will begin.A general survey shows me the traps set by the wizard.The mask is behind the dogmas.These self-sufficient truths you cannot touch even with your eyes and if you do the pain it gives you it will increase you tenfold as a being.The world a dogmatic creates is independent,beyond your control from which the illusion of freedom blends the items together in your conscience. I'm here to fulfill your will,I finally hear the wizard's voice.I cannot resist temptation.A new life according to my duty I have towards myself,this is what I expected from the wizard,wisdom. It is too late.I can't go back.The fortress closed its gates, I'm caught inside and the wizard's truths I thought presents in the beginning now burn my flesh.I cannot move.Then I hear the wizard's laughter.I felt into the wizard's trap and he's about to transform me into an object.Terrified I'm trying to communicate with him but my words fade in out,the wizard is silent,he's just a mask.My transformation in a tag has begun.In a few minutes I will set traps for the wizard to those thirsty of knowledge.From all my being there will be left nothing more than a clue to the wizard.I'm about to transform myself into a dogma,this poisonous gift I will delude with those who think that will find the kind in all its wisdom. -Where are you?I ask with a last strain. -I'm everywhere in my dogmas,I hear a thunderous voice.Your transformation has begun and when completed you will share with me the same conscience adding to my dowry a new category.Your freedom was nothing more than a humour,a first step of weakness.Others will come and will fall into succession one after another until the necessity will pass to a conceptual level.There we will be one. I fall to the ground in front of his truth.The conversation with myself has already begun:God allows the explanation of the world as totality but totality doesn't explain God.Aggregation is necessary for the human intellect and practice action,God isn't therefore your freedom to conceive God as totality is given to you. The tatoo A crossed spider,some say that lethal,lowers himself from the the ceiling and increases in volume over an anti-Christ,choking his guts crossed in a prayer. Breaking with his claw foot after another until it falls out of balance decreasing on the abdomen of this dark beast.This looks through the optical prisms of his visual acuity at the life that struggles helpless in halos.No one wants to help,rather wants its extinction in infra-red.With every unfulfilled desire, his soul is slipping into the abyss of evil. It's where he finds similarity to the blue irises.He stretched his hand to the claw in the darkness and in the last moment of hope he glimpsed a sense among the lives of the others. Nothing uplifting in the failure of the act of self-determination with the others,nothing despicable in the satiety of a decadent self.He pulls himself along with the one who knows him by heart and takes his soul in a mirror in his arms.He moves to the right,then to the left that may emerge the systemic excrescences that will recognize immediately as being broken from both by fear. And evil is happening in the cold image.Here is another self on his back that has a heart tattooed in a mirror. If you look through infra-red lenses you can discern the black ink tears and realize that there is the entrance in the court of his secrets only to join but you must assimilate the skill of a souls technician.The other has himself,you don't have you,you say to you and your eyes peer a strange tattoo on your left hand:it's is an antiChrist out there!

The vaccine They made me a vaccine against the most pure of my emotions and I feel now only at the second person.You are an alien,distant from the world and game in the evening by dead souls. We see more clearly who you are now that you are immunized against your wickedness. In extending of my left hand grows a shell and on the retina lies a network of barbed wire.You have broken clear attributes from me and you have mastered standing absolutes and still evil you remained.You distanced from me when I refused to uncover my ugliness in front of you. With chosen words I continued to show you what it means to have compassion.When I see life through your eyes the self mastery of the killer terrifies me. This is not possible,cannot take place. It's just a crime,you say.I'm a deaf toy to the calls of those who remained alone. Pulsating with guilt and shame in a creature I'm hiding from you,I do not want to see my reddened face.Perhaps it's measles and nothing else you say. But you don't persuade me at all, measles is contagious, it's from you that I got it. The open wound Why do I want to end my life as long as the wounds you rip in me won't close? The right eye is an open wound today.I barely see through the tears of blood and it hurts,I know that, for I have dreamed at you all night.Never in my dreams you cosset me.You opened all my wounds with your sulfur breath and these started to bleed.Each wound deepens whenever I get around you and say that everything is lost.There is no healing either along with you or after.My dirty face covered with the rotting suffocates me with its smell.It isn't my blood, it stinks horribly of your haemoptysis.I don't where we know that from,I have never watched a corpse.All I knew is that a few days ago I lost two white mice, would be hidden somewhere among the old and heavy furniture.But the strong smell gives their carrions away.Animals die hidden even if sometimes under our eyes.Death we see only at humans. Time for evil There is a insurmountable difference between being and purposefulness,a void between living and dying and those who want more from this life turn their prayers to the relentlessly time to give them a respite, to lengthen the distance between being and a goal that approached utterly into being, i.e., absorbed in the subjectivity,reveals our finite nature.Nature abounds with finality but only man may suspend the finality and thus prolong his life.But isn't this a contradiction? Man is part of nature that created us by virtue of a goal.We can create finite beings, humans have created a God and now clones,the unseen face of God,himself.And the clone cannot prescribe,judge but is.There is no limit in the nature of these creations, which says that what occurs naturally is supposed actually to happen, soothing eh,the limitation does not exist.God is not only necessary but also imperfect due to the impossibility of fulfilling its attributes in the world.Evil, war, disease, abnormality are as many forms of His imperfections.How do we explain the existence of so many failed models of nature?The Greeks placed the fulfillment of life under the sign of fatality.The ethical determinism came into the world that made it possible the understanding the necessity of the moral laws.Generating bans and interdictions ,the divinity prescribes the necessary formulas of being.For us the deadbeats.But how can you correct something that is the corrupt from birth by senses,by something that is necessary for life?After you have given these laws, people have begun to understand them.The science or the art of keeping us away from evil was lost or faded with the Book of the dead for the Exodus to master the science of committing crimes much sophisticated then the laws that ban them,moral crimes.The distribution of

justice in the world is a divine act at home and man will decide which blood must be shed in the absence of a moral compass.Because I don't see how justice will be trickled along God in man without the knowledge acquired in advance of the divine attributes.An arrogance so long as all man claims is possession of full knowledge of the nature of the necessity for these laws, in other words the suitability to pass as a watch in the night .And what is needed is actually a ghost.History is only a confirmation of human possibilities to do evil.Evil has two faces, one objective which is recognized when people hurt each other and one subjective which really doesn't know what is wrong.Evil in its ignorance of cause cannot write a history.The finality of the evil is the world by no means that it needs to happen in the world compelling man (to defend himself?) but is the only way you can justify the moral laws. Back to theology It's foundation lies in the opening words of God in the holy Bible.When God finally worked out the white man he exclaimed:Oh my God,what have I done!I'm brilliant.And then he created Adam,who turned his back on Him.The white monkey,after Darwin,started epic battles throughout history with Adam's descendants to impose the true nature of God.In this battles he discovered the truth about his nature Adam once knew but hid from the world.This nature is one with God and is now opened to anyone. What do you mean? Could you explain that a little farther. Are the Gentiles the angels and demons with the most knowledge or does India and the East control privileges to the tree of life? You did realize I linked the old text of Bhagavad Gita with the Bible.The epic battles that took place long before Buddha's coming in the Indian culture(world) tell us about a truth you will encounter later on the frontispiece of the oracles throughout Greece:Know yourself.After Indians what will always prevail in the world is nature.But there is a hint in Bhagavad Gita about this nature:heroes learn in the end that they fought their own kin,brothers,sisters,fathers,mothers.Is what psychoanalysis in the late thirties called the God complex. You know that every evolution of the human nature is painful as hell.But this is not the nature of our heart but of our brains.Heart keep us linked with the purity of the other we conceive as our God.That is why we fall inlove with eachother.Bhagavad Gita lacks this understanding.Only the Bible brings it into questioning. This is where I stood few nights ago.You can see in this picture I made that man has nowhere to go.You have only two options,go back or fall.And then happened,I fell.There is a precise similarity with one of Jesus temptation on the mountain.He also fell into an abyss only to be brought back to light be the angels in his heart.The body never survives the fall.From that moment on you are either an angel or a demon. You know why Adam and Eve covered their genitals in front of God's eyes,they wanted a blood line in paradise,to celebrate sex inside heaven;back on Earth sex has always been a ritual.As a jew Jesus wanted to keep the blood line network inside the jew community.It's quite funny how Christians turned Jesus,a walking God into a spiritual guru.The holy spirit is shared but must be within a blood line.This gave birth to a government which was monarchy in Europe. The kill paradox The true nature of freedom arises at the end of an war,afterwards is just slavery to your senses,mind,body you succeeded to protect.One step closer to your freedom is freeing yourself from the other evils.But will you be able to free yourself from yourself,once you eradicate all evil in the world.How can you live among others alike you in a such utopia? Helping each other?This is what Christians did since the beginning of their bloody

world,they killed everything that moved.In order to cease suffering Buddha told us not to harm or kill any living creature,I would say,Let's not offend evil,it has its purpose in the world.What you protect in life,your heart,your intellect,will turn on you in the end for these things need to burn,their flames need to rise in the world,to change it at times.If you kill them now worms you don't squash will feast only with your flesh,you will be gone.It's the kill paradox of killing yourself or the Buddha paradox.You can't sleep at night,that's it,you can't kill yourself. Remember me

I watched again in my mind the images of the whole episode of my death and the outcome develops in dizzying details linking them to a photographic composition whose elements are coded more quickly and in a more pronounced contrast towards the end.I've come to map this territory of despair which extends throughout my auditory sense in synesthesia crying over in my late nights that it has ended with this life.Beyond it remain out of control voices of emptiness, a vast dead space that we inhabit and surpasses the organic life that populates with the hope of fulfilling our desires,our beings eroded by the unmerciful time.Now I know what my soul craved for, all this time the moments of celebrating the release of desire instead of quenching them,I collect now from the depths of a consciousness that has been bitterly divided continuously from that time against time itself that dictated me the irreversible way towards my destruction.And I broke! irremediable and irreversible I passed into the eternity of the past moments of yore linking your sweet smile to all that I will never be. Ancient science of the soul The soul of man was ever present in himself.All forms of animism are too primitive to be a scold,a home that refuses to seek an infiltration of the soul in their religious rituals which embolden these humanoids before hunting or establishing a time for a rich booty.The soul recognizes itself after its imperative vocal cords, then in the subdued heart that pours through an effusion in the heartbeats of this continuous closeness.The wound has opened its empathy for the other acknowledgment.Whether he agrees or not he is now your accomplice.But to share these feelings it's already a degradation,from this height to swoop upon what is unable to restraint itself in the myriad of the soul into another without having to cause a sudden death of perception.Because isn't it so,they have a soul who recognizes himself in the troubles of the heart, when annoyance occur when they see their mistakes.Few are the cases when all this scum of feelings that began naturally in the heart and in good faith seek trouble in an open heart that weeps its distress not even as close as to dehumanized in good faith what is a wrong sentimental effussion .It doesn't necessarily need to pass through boredom.You can turn off in disgust, nausea and grimacing.A sedated, faded soul has a history even though the world has seen is disappearing in a fog.But here there is the soul that had survived,in this vision of a world of visionary, beyond hope of a passionate heart.The Christians are already felling the lack of measurement they try to encompass into a world that revolves not only around their hearts but also the epicenter of the Earth,a science that they easily loose from their sight.The God to whom they pray it's immeasurable, all-powerful,present and strong and protects them from all real or imaginary dangers.Christianity sprang in the beginning out of a rebellion,we cannot here

miss not to mention Nero,the roman emperor,their forgotten living Anti-Christ of a an earthly joke played by fear for their lives but even this Anti-Christ keeps its distance from those sent to burn on crosses to call out their grace in front of the emperor.The ancient world failing to articulate or to understand the christian dehumanization of man, did all this in order to remain blocked in a wonderland of an anthropological field that hardened the newly discovered christian soul, his ancient beliefs shall be extinguished by the flames slowly not without a taste to broadcast the end of the aristocratic pleasures as a sophisticated way to perish from the surface of the world.The ancient world had died with decency.It couldn't reply either by force or through wickedness in front of the human desires to slavery for what was out of reach even for the greatest minds of the ancient world.Put in front of this end the antics kept away from it, waiting for ...maybe one more wholesome.In the face of Christianity nothing more can and couldn't be saved.The christian life will be from now the Evergreen soul open to anyone who submits his will to a mission that asks from you the surrender of your heart.You can not delete traces of it, excise humanity from the human heart.One clue like it,does not lie to the Cristian crowd,the one that pretends he's a christian is easy: the fear that everything belongs to them, possessions that can propel life in a hierarchy that can be alienated and guile in the service of spiritual cleansing, its highly derivative verbal,the lie they weave with carelessly is taken around those interested to unite themselves under a common roof of faith indoor.The ancients, estranged from this new ways of lying in public life and craftiness in politics, just as fear for personal possessions or the public, losses that didn't threat anybody's wealth only if they belonged to the temples.Gold created hierarchies of second order,was not weighed to measure by his force of destabilization a solid based world based on legality and aristocratic rights that did not determine beyond rumors the slums of Rome no policy makers.The decisions were taken in the Senate when the world mastered Romans gold was the means by which to try breaking the roman law.Taxation were calculated just to maintain the order of the provinces of the roman empire and nobody could walk away with bargaining.In this ancient world have made the appearance of the first Christians.Denying the reality of this world and hope for a better one then became one faith in a Kingdom that didn't have a rightful owner but one revealed that rose to the right of a kingdom which stood on Earth.I wonder.The first christians put the ancient world in front of a land of paradoxes.How was possible for these beings so stubborn that they hid everything you posses onto the soul of those who could not only annoy them with their needs.But here he makes his appearance,Pavel,the apostle already knowing for this great quagmire times to use the means of persuasion politics,uttering his cant, in fact the name of a hope in a new Bill.Christian preachers have spread all over the world speaking to people and addressing the authorities on behalf of gross forgeries.Because everything started from the tomb of Christ's was and still is a great deception.Their credulity, however, knows no limits.The holy word that works in and through them fools anyone in those times.This Word does not have roots in cajoling the reality of his atemporal transcends of the antics,their style, rhythm, intonation, and listeners convinced that all those in need, in distress.The fathers of the church have envisioned the future of a world in disarray, in abandonment and left in indifference and they decided to go ahead until the forgetting of a reality buried in dust for centuries will revive a reality which judgment in the light of the history of civilization was the only real presence on this earth.The odorous culture of Christianity will never recover the authentic life of the ancients, even resurrecting the revival of the art of a life uplifting nothing more than a cheap surrogate of biblical representations in the frames of the execution.Everything worth pointing out in the Renaissance is an intelligible and enjoyable perspective, all the clumsiness expressed in the Gospels, which have become themes of reflection for what is now grounded by faith will be called freedom of

conscious.Her origin is older, she delves into the literary sphere with the imaginative splendor of the early heretics.The tumult of the early centuries of spiritual resurrection of Christ is the proof that the spirit work in history without a bloodline,an ancestry.It's the new wine that gets fast into your brain cells.Christianity went without a given legacy or tradition in history,only oral traces of the words spoken by a man who pretended to embody the son of God.Broken from the heart the jews are forgotten for several centuries.Christianity started along with the first crusaders to recover the judaic tradition, torn by Christ through the heart.Jews are forgotten for several centuries.The Crusaders are those who recover the cultural contact with Judaism, their authentic belief, naive and simple, which started to verbally greet them with a code of morality, the symbiosis which will result in a Kingdom of conscious.A spiritual awakening is the correspondent of Christ's awakening from death.Consciousness is therefore in Judeo-Christian everything that means religion.The Jews were never agaist this eventually, which provides them on this Earth a place well worth of it.The turning point of this consciousness is in a continue transformation from this point.All the imagination of the newly found world will appall for a while the already dogmatic church. Having a referral point in time,a birth midwifery by the Jews,it will multiply into a series of individual worlds translated into cultural acts closely observed as phenomena of a spirit for those whom the Tower of Babel was a constant of these spirits. Thousands of good thoughts directed to the neighbor in your heart,to Christ were channeled into a melting pot with magical Cesarean powers.And for not to fall into a complete alienation of mind, desired by those who went forth in obeying the word of Gospels, the Church has simplified things, it has dogmatize the truth.The right to judge the faith from now on was after their canons.The Church has learned and appropriated this selection tool in a belief that not having the intellect of the guiding law was the right choice in the matter of faith.Adopting the Greek culture processes an order which proceeds from Plato, puts on a pedestal anchored in a still life,a consciousness, pure and guileless statesmanship and conceptual, forged in the fires of the dogmas a brand new faith.The stalkers for those who have opened their minds to all possibilities of the heathen times will be severely punished by exams of conscious that will preferentially choose in the end the right faith.Throughout the history of Christianity has worked with the tools of dehumanization: dogmas, soul, all these notions that represent a high degree of control. Exported in a world now conquered by the godly wonders of humanity,a lost humanity is removed from history.The antique character survived, however to the most aberrant spiritual torture.The myth of Plato's Cave comprises the explanation of all the times to come.Here they are their feet attached in chains humans walking along their shadows.Bloodthirsty and tired they look on a wall from one side their lighting in shadows, in fact locked into their souls enslaved by the lack of material endurance,empty, full of desires,of a feeling that oneself has tasks somewhere else but with his neighbor.Nobody goes unnoticed through their head like those shadows that also jam their pain,their suffering due to powerful connections with the Earth cold cave.Their struggles and physique is projected in front of them but this projection is mute,lifeless.Everyone else that goes through there does not discern the torment that shadows their souls and in silence, the soul is voiceless if where resides in man.This perspective will be turned inside out by the Christians whose souls approached each other in a sacred communion, inseparable from their being linked will let themselves martyred.But here in the cave Plato avoids martyrdom. The burden of the bodily soul will lose his hardship as it will aim to light.He no longer sees itself but sees no feel.Without anything on soul path to knowledge is open.The light is too bright,you have at first to create strong contrasts of apparent violent times, knowledge will suffer at first clear oppositions from which he will develop the principle of non-contradiction.It's the first

acquisition which you have enriched the gaze with.In a few minutes,your cold skin due to the air in the cave will feel an unusual warmth.Turning your gaze on the horizon because of the curvature of the Earth, the entire remote territories,will rise in a mirage of death, resulting in a perfect vision for this fascinating sight.Is the expression of the most impetuous romantic wild ideals of humanity.But once out of the cave you can look now carefully at the sky your meeting eyes a great astonishment two Suns.The light that spreads with all remaining objects without the enveloping shadow you cannot discern objects.Blindness is completed by your inability to discern.It's time for the german idealism. The subject passes through the filter of a unrecognizable object and builds himself in an opposition to which he cannot discern himself in solipsism.The day has worked its magic,it's time for the sun to set,the night opens a thirst for exploration about what blinks on the night sky in the world, the stars, comets and other mysterious worlds.The inclination towards knowledge will open up the way of heavenly bodies moving measurements, mathematics, calculations and applications.Of all of these types of knowledge as an engine of the world that not only survived the darkness, the rest of the world to dissect light.Dark matter remains to fascinate us, without it there is no possible an universe as we want it.The singularity created in the center of a black hole is a scientific bias facilitated by an ignorance of an elementary logic.A synthetic a priori judgment passes through the point of singularity, it's clear that the last judgment its posteriori validated by the synthetic.Synthetic judgments are universal, they travel through the universe and animate the mathematics in our brain. Composed of the same elements present within a few seconds after the big bang.Our life includes essential carbon into organic life.I don't think it is any heresy to say that items that we compose ourselves are much older than us.The universe consists of consumables and has already put great interest for the industrial manufacturers.Everything in the universe is expanding lately,moving away from each other like our being governed by our minds and not by our hearts. Shipwreck A devastating wind struck in the shaky windows,pulling sounds foreboding of storm on an angry sea that seemed without an end in sight swallowing all the ships that have ventured out at sea. A single ship adrift continued to resist the waves that almost overwhelmed it.On the unsafe deck a passenger who was not afraid of anything faced alone the unfavorable weather for such a trip." Weather is in the power of the gods' he told himself ready to face plagues twice cursed. All his confidence came from a positive feeling he tried approaching the gods.He had been in their abode,they had been seen and spoken to,he was sure of that,for each time when returning into this world he kept the remembrance of a life in the service of their boundless powers.These fragments of memory put him together,supplementing his being whenever his will encountered hardships in this world.He had an inhuman determination in everything he did retaining a part of the god's nature which he understood as correlation in this world of their delusions.He tried the horizon and every time it went beyond the line in a space unbound to time as only an ancient wizards in the preparation of a spell could understand, approaching the fate of one for an alteration of a given phenomenon in the world.He thought himself a magician whose powers were unlimited under his identity with the world. The storm he was passing through for one that he knew something in advance,was a confirmation of his powers,nothing more than a whim.He put himself on par with the gods and their powers by virtue of his likeness with them and today he was trying their temper.Alone at their mercy he was being tested by the strong wind that raised waves above the deck facing a terrible truth: the world no longer belongs to the

gods, not human destiny lies in their power. However this truth would really be avoided, while its configuration was essential as a record, sinking seemed more certain than ever.The ship headed for the rocks that threatened to shatter it.Gods hardened,turned into stone sealed the fate of all those who ventured to know their descent,making easier an identity with them.On the sea depth was outlined a conceptual necessity that passed at an existential level.There lies on the seabed at those who imagined themselves gods. The world's beauty is destined to fail in the end in this particular case. In today's world you cannot save yourself from sinking,beauty cannot justify anymore the drawing of the world. Schizoid scherzo George used to gaze at the sky from time to time.Everywhere you saw him whether on the street or in his home at his window he saturated his pupils with light.All his being was himself again in the changing formations of clusters.Everything was actual.He was experiencing an expansion of thoughts he had never felt before.A new feeling therefore a new life,he said to him with enthusiasm.He was not aware of the lack of control over this sensation.He was stepping into the darkness of his being.However he was not endangering himself.Not being fully sentimentally mature he could not comprise his feelings.He lost his liberty long time ago and now he was living in the only consequence of his deeds:guilt. Reality was present in him in a gushing extent.When he reached its peaks seldom he feared of loosing his mind.It was obviously a symptom of madness.When he achieved this is was already too late.He was living under the necessity burden,he knew this would happen,that's why all his exertions were so painful.He learned in time to invert them over himself.Pain of every nature put an end to his struggles.It was now that he could at last close in himself.Master,in possession,words like these were recurring into his mind driving him insane.From now on he could not fight anymore,he was at his wit's end.His life was nothing more than a waisted package he needed to throw at the garbage.Left naked,without shape and voice to be heard.Who to believe him?His ironic laugh gave him away.Then I realized the fundamental error of his judgement:the Ubermensch is not creative rather destructive for the relationship between the creator and his outcome in creation is mediated by his humanity at which the ubermensch has no longer access. -I have the might to unleash,so much,I cannot close.I don't have the courage to reconsider the moral values.Once I pass the threshold I cannot come back.For me what it starts doesn't have an end. -Reconsider that you don't start anything,that you are too afraid,I said to him. -Don't make a mock of me.The consequences doesn't end but with sleep. -When your friendship or forgiveness are rejected to you the consequences will run over your head in a never ending return of the self-same.You are the mirror reflection of the world. -I cannot find an end,close the knowledge,my friend. -You go beyond the veil,you don't stop.Nothing is personal to you,nothing fits you,I reproached him.Come down in time! -Man is wolf among men.He devours truth,beauty and justice.Live if you can amongst them. -A touch of idealism I catch in your sight,and for a second I wondered of his attitude. -The claim to obtain the absolute in immanence is entitled if we give up speech.And I'm talking with you,you understand me,as beasts sniffing eachother's bottoms,he burst into laughter. Without saying a word I left his room and vexed as I hadn't been before I pointed myself to the central park to clear my memory.I remembered the first time I met him.He

was nothing but a sum of spasmodic tics,grimaces and wry faces.He lifted his eyes frightened when you tried to have a conversation with him.His voice,so frail,you would say that he was breaking a spell with every word he uttered.As soon as I reached my apartment I put down on paper some of his words I remembered best:'Man cannot protrude himself' ;'We experience paradise each time the space around us is filled with seeds' ;'The strongest doesn't want to be imitated.Continuity is his own only' ;What good to work these days to?Cultural supremacy is just utopia nowadays'.He was terminated as man.I don't know what he would have done if he hadn't come upon Bruckner.His nervous strain had a correspondent and this saved him. He started his big built up.He couldn't waist time anymore.He was giving no thoughts to his mortality,it was alien territory for him.He had to do something now and here,not in the real world but with his being.In my essence,there I will find the truth,he said to me once.He was deceived by his own conscience.Even now after all this time I still believe that he wanted to free himself,to overcome his fear.He thought that if he toil hard to his spiritual foundation,at his basis structure as a being he would finally possess the savior.He was working in and not with his self.In the end this road leads to failure. I hadn't come for five minutes in his room that I realized from the first words we exchanged that he was confused and delirious. -I don't want to open my eyes anymore,the light is too painful.If it hadn't been for it I would have been most fortunate.All this afternoon I struggled with the pain.It tore my flesh with every second I counted.I cannot fight anymore,I'm at my wits'end.I quitted playing the martyr.I want to take it into possession,to absorb it,to become one with it.I don't save myself if I project it where at least hurts.Pain knows no logic,it's beyond subject and its changing it as it likes,throws it in a whril of colour and after its mood it blackens your sight or it bleeds your conscience.I don't see but this two colours.With time I understood from its recurrent character the meaning of these colours.The recurrence doesn't happen at constant periods but invariable.Pain has moods.I'm more afraid of the red than of black,this one is more humanlike,more decent.Red drives me sometimes insane,gets me to the threshold of insanity.I feel I cannot hold no more.I know I won't find like this any refuge.Pain is one,I'm more than one,I'm complex as personality.So what's left for me to do?I surrender myself to the pain and this divides itself,diminishes in intensity in other words I populate virgin territories of my conscience as green,blue and in a small measure yellow.Everything blends in my sight and if it comes off all right I have access to divinity,if not I'm a dead man.I passed many times beside you God,and near you Lucifer,I won't forget you.I rose above the terminus point and from that height I looked around and what a surprise I had when waking up in the blindmen's world.These men were pushed from behind to fulfil the prophecy,without conscience and madmen.They knew with certainty that there is a world out there that's true to their wishes throwing themselves into the fact's vortex,diving into formation.And their wish is fulfilled.God knows how I hate them. -Alchemist,I see you want to write destinies,I answered him at last.I realized I couldn't cheer him up so I asked him to excuse my presence for a moment.I had to take a good breath of fresh air.I remembered that after he discovered his solitude in the world,he broke from himself.In all this time till the breach he was intrusted in the dignity of human beings.He abandoned this dignity when transposed into existence it came up against resentment.He would have sacrificed himself for this dignity and even if he relinquished it in everyday interaction with others he locked it hard under an existential safety valve.The existence doesn't require from you to live in a dignified way,it asks you to bear it as you can.How can you live,he said to me when I asked him if a certain aspect of life doesn't makes us worthy of calling ourselves humans and disgrace ourselves.We are respectable as men only from time to time,he said to me.I didn't agree with him invoking

the fact that we have an understanding,a judgement with what we form our values on an hierarchical system,I replied to him.Let me see you with your judgement standing under the executioner's knife,he crushed these words.It was then that I realized that this man is afraid to err in front of the world,afraid of its judgement.My friend,I told him,I know that it's hard for you to bear yourself especially in my presence but make a step forward and love you less.You have to understand that nobody will prostrate in front of your truth.Renounce to your watch tower and take down your wit into the market.It's the first place where you will be immediate measured.And you being lighter than a flake you'll be among stones.In your presence man himself is a stone that only you can lift it from the ground and throw it in the world's mirror.Thousands of broken pieces will reflect your personality.All of us will treat ourselves to your knowledge.This dictates you:my balance is diversity.Not the weight of a culture founds a way of living but the unity in all the cultures diversities.Find this unity.Weight get soon tired and like a stone is cast away in the making.Because everything is changeable. We passed on the platform to refresh ourselves.I stared at him for few seconds.His skin was pale,his face transfigured.He took a strong decision.I feared for him at first but I recovered quickly knowing that his problem was to be solved only in one way:will he fight or not?If he will then the rest is silence. Two weeks had passed since our last meeting and I hadn't heard anything from him till one evening I received a call from him saying to me that he finally made a big step in life.I didn't know what to expect from him.As I entered his room I exclaimed:You got beaten.His left cheek and forehead were swollen and deadly pale.Despite all this George was euphoric and was waiting to reveal his secret to me.It was nothing like a stone lifted from his chest but a confirmation that sounded like:Didn't I tell you?What happened,I asked him.He told me that he encountered a bum who with the money received from the people's pity that day was quenching his thirst in a secondhand pub where only unfriendly looks were upon you.I sat,he told me,at a remote table as I like to.'Except me there was another guy an the next table in that corner of the pub.After he starred at me for few seconds he stood up and came to my table asking me for permission to join me.I said yes as it was all the same to me.After a while in which the bum outlined his profile as if a curriculum vitae sent to a employer I asked him straight:I want you to kill me.He didn't asked why,what reasons I might have to come to ask him such a thing,he told me he has no problem to take the bottle of beer and break it into my head.But I will die quickly,I asked him thinking he knows what he does.Don't worry you will bleed to death.Do you have the power to do that,he asked him.Yes,he replied.Believing him capable i stretched my back as if getting rid of a heavy burden.He jumped at Puskin and his obscure point about his death and year of death.From the second beer we drank together at that table his convictions started to annoy me.If I was still at that table was because of his promise he would buy me a beer.After the vodka and the hot coffee I asked him firmly:let's fight.I was euphoric and I wanted this to happen all the way,to feel alive.The beggar looked at me irritated by my insistence on the matter,pulled me by my shoulder out in the parking area and punched me twice in the face knocking me down.In that instant I wrestled the existence,I was more than happy,it was my joy only.In that short instant I got back the right to life.The people in the bar jumped to my rescue but the beggar vanished.They asked me if I was all right and how on earth I came in his companionship and I lied to them saying that I was allright,in fact I hadn't been better,yes I told them I didn't think of him capable of lifting his hand upon me,in the way he did,without reason.I was lying and finding in it a complete delight.I was answering them with a serious look,I had to share my indignation with them while I knew I'm the only one to blame and find ecstazy in guilt.The next day I circled few times the pub in hope that I will meet the same beggar again to buy him a drink but this

didn't happen. I wouldn't have believed his words if somebody else would have told me the exact things.But he was standing in front of me and his bruises were the proof of his truth.And what truth! I couldn't have empathy for it.It was monstrous.He could reach and strangle me any moment.I knew he wouldn't do that.He had too many safey valve.I put on my hat and without saying a word I left the room. It had passed more than a month when I got a call from him.His voice was unrecognizable,it had a lead weight and I wouldn't have recognized him as the same person.He was asking me to come by him.I didn't say no.In my mind there persisted the certainty that this man pose no threat to anyone.When he opened his appartment door his look struck me deep.He had lost considerable weight.I asked him if he is all right.He said to me he 's living in some kind of cycle.Cycle of nature,I tried to be ironically with him.Without saying a word he handed my a paper.What I have read in his appartment is reproduced here with exact words: 'Democracy builds the illusion that there is a struggle for power and a division of power in a state.The political games are a consequence of this kind of system.They create a false parity of chances.Democracy and culture cannot coexist.Democracy is an ersatz of equality when we know that people are anything but equals.Cultural production has no value in a democratic system,it loses the mission it was invested with and it becomes at best a materialistic value.New forms of culture spring in democracy:political culture,economic culture,environment culture,pop culture.The infusion of this so called cultures in the middle and lower classes is almost complete.This phenomenon gives birth to generations of politicians,economists,artists,activists,everyone more idealistic than the other trying to achieve the desideratum of a perfect democracy.This are ersatz cultures which hardly can be named cultures instead more appropriate it would be to call them mass idiocy.People are living these days in a dream created especially for them by other people.The purpose of democracy is to insure the survival of a race that degenerates with each generation,loses its tolerance to endure the existence,the living by stopping the mass production of ersatz and putting and end to the forced march of progress.We want to reproduce the living,to live forever without a halt forgetting that the perfect machinery is our body with its needs,diseases,and finally death.We still have a need for art but we forgot the relevant emotion,we forgot how to live art.We are the hangmen for the other when he considers himself more than a commodity.Poverty is a direct consequence of equality,of democracy itself.What I have today,you must want tomorrow.The slogan of a new democracy should sound:What we always had,i want today,you must want tomorrow.When the competition is removed the voice of majority strengthens in register.This majority considers its self entitled,becomes organic.Now is ready for moulding.Socialism joins the nationalism through culture.From this moment on you can talk about cultural supremacy.About this you are not allowed to talk in a democracy where we have a holy respect for the equality of principles,where you don't have the right to play with their liberty of conscience.Because they are free to believe in everything.They have this right.And anyone can listen but not to follow.' At that time the democratic values blinded me.I didn't conceive a better system that democracy.I was lacking in good sense.I was working with stereotypes.One of them told me exactly that a totalitarian system is incompatible with human dignity.I was taught to stigmatize every usurpation of liberty in the public space.Who listened to me didn't have the right to abuse me.I learned in time to turn the other cheek and my belief in an equality driven to perfection jolted.My liberty was threatened.I couldn't sooth my already shabby conscience.The majority isn't perfect all the time,it lacks the critical dimension from inside.Majority doesn't know the wrong its doing in the decisional process.This majority doesn't know what's the real freedom,I concluded my monologue.

-Liberty is nothing more than a a point of view,an appearance and it doesn't stand in my nature to pine for freedom. -You forgot the natural or ordinary bread,the living soul that craves,you became a stranger to life. -Man passes through me and leaves no marks,I was revealing myself to George.I was truly beyond any subject.It happened about last Easter,on those sunny days I always loved,to lose myself through the empty streets of the town taking delight in strong coctails at the open terraces,sun and alcohol,a malefactor dementia.I couldn't endure the existence.I was sleeping allot,almost half a day,till noon,i couldn't stand mornings.Reality sucked me up as a black hole.The more I shined the more the pain that I was lost grew stronger.The truth doesn't have correspondence,it is made of individual elements.His origin however contradicted me.I didn't know this till later.I discovered my presence in the world after three days in a string in which spasmodic movements tore up my chest.I straightened my being towards good,i was nothing more but a shadow.This choice allowed me to live aesthetically in the world.After hole nights lost in front of the computer navigating on photography sites I purchased with my first money I received a camera.I gave up reading chasing shadows.Reality is black like coal an it soils our faces.Seldom we emerge from darkness to the light,like pitmen working in the depths of our souls.Good is a fallacy,nobody wants it.Who's the madman to wish for it?Love and mercy don't have room in our hearts,they aren't essentials for our lives.We have the right to ignore them,to work only for ourselves,to be ourselves.But this is the fundamental contradiction of a being that believes in nothing.Evil is allowed therefore. -Hold it for a second and explain to me the argument once more. -Some people choose not to do evil deeds given to them this choice because they are afraid of what might happen and it happens to them to be haunted by all the consequences they imagined.These men are a product of their environment and they live their lives through property.Some men pass on the evil side of life given to them this choice for they know it has no value of conscience being worthless in relationship with the other.This character is more likely a danger for himself.Some people embrace the evil and do bad deeds only because the carry out of a such deed is a conscience event that allows them to outshine the other as a normative value.This kind of character will bear the consequences of his deeds all his life regarding them as mistakes,being a week nature.Some people are good by nature.There people don't know the depths of the spirit,they are not profound.The rest of the people choose the evil side by virtue of their sluggishness but accomplices,listening blindly.Tell me now who has the right to remove the others without remorse,to kill if necessary. -I understand now.Evil is allowed to those who have the strength to keep it under control and to produce it mechanical.Timing is essential.This is what we call genocide.The executioner is the supreme judge and justice at the same time.Who has the right to judge him? -The majority. -How perfect is this system?he asked me. -To live isn't a fact without importance,my friend,its your primordial right in a state.But remember:the state in which you belong to as citizen,in the bosom of your nation.The majority or the tyrant decides upon your destiny.The absence of an organizing principle of judging the world and the others,the finding in violence of a last existential scope and the discharging of hate against the jews guilty of losing the pure and untainted self became a national religion.Nationalism culminated in the nazy Germany with the massacre of jews.These had no state,no voice neither in the state nor in the international community.The genocide even if it existed and can be proved mathematically cannot be incriminated.The jews belonged to nobody,no one to support them,to defend their case.

It was about an hour we had been talking.I excused myself and went out for a breath of fresh air.The dry air outside,the emotional discomfort in his presence pointed out my weak condition.The deposit of my arguments have been scattered by the incertitude in my voice.I headed my steps to the first terrace it reached my sight.I asked for a beer and I waited the alcohol to get to my head.I became lately suspicious of everybody.This state of mind weakened my judgement.Amplified by alcohol my conscience abandoned me in the euphory of ignorance.I rose to my feet and begin totter carefully towards the town's center.I stopped myself to lean on a fence.I was still standing up and as I remember I lost my good sense.The street view closed its angles,the lenght lost in extent,distances narrowed,the space was closing in my sight and focused in concentric points.Traces of light blended in circles spinning around me and I became dizzy.I couldn't make a move,it was darkness in daylight.I tried to articulate a word but this alter into a scream.I felt down.My eyes were burning coals.I saw myself moving away from the vegetative order and took shape from light.A bright light was invading me trying to overun the opacity of the organic.(The organic doesn't feel,it's a blind machine that knows what's vital and its command is unconditional.The absolute is the rising of the organic at a mind level.When this happens there is no hope.Its the road sign to totality.God doesn't send his protective angels anymore.Darkness spreads out over the history when its spirit decides who's going to live and who isn't.)I woke up in an ambulance knowing my guilt.I bore the tyranny of the organic for too long,my soul had been the clenching ground.The fight was still going but in a different register.The sin penetrated my being.This thing was keeping me alive.I couldn't look into another men eye without bleeding inside.I burst into tears when the medical assistance gripped my arm and injected glucose.This was the standard procedure.This was what i needed?No.I wanted to suffer without ceasing not because they made me feel better but because of Christ and his suffering.He was the light in my heart from now on and renunciation to intellect.They took me to a psychiatrist.Thank God it was a woman.They always knew how to talk with me,to knock the nonsense out of me.I jumped in right to the point. -Without a sense of reality you cannot close an obsession. -You are wrong.This conscience brought me to compulsion.The deepest you descent into organic,being witness at your own blood flow,a dreadful necessity,I tell you,nobody would like to know why a body bleeds.You admire yourself?You wouldn't like to know what you admire.Admiration is already a quality. -Your projection as a different self is there,standing by,lurking and if you push yourself to the edge of your reason is unexpectedly your visitor. -Why our conscience is unaware of the world's beauty?And why it lashes out when needed to transcend the daily existence? -When you want something so bad and your conscience doesn't support you this means that your will is not free.You want over what your freedom won't permit. -But this freedom you are talking about doesn't exist.They crushed my will. -It's there as long as you compose yourself as an individual. -I want that freedom I'm seeing far reaching. -Be careful.You'll take in possession the far reaching and we don't want this to happen.Here take these pills and you will feel just fine. Two years passed.All this time my wounded pride had tried hard to fight back.The power of the concept that digs into the flesh and lead the being to its summit,there I needed to be.The hours spent in prayers didn't help me to reach the top.The sin shuts the being in its own,in darkness.You draw near Christ with your heart full of piety.He is there always,ready to embrace you at his chest.The refusal of Christ doesn't anger nobody these days.We all have our freedom of conscience.

To my muse I want to write about you, I want to write how only I know you when I have you besides me in sleepless nights together in worship;there I have you and find my perfect love.Your perfume reveals our love beyond your moist skin and carries me with you in the night longing for fulfillment. And when you say to me goodbye in the morning I remain alone fainting away under your sight,carrying you beyond this world in a self too in love with you. Around you my breath deepens. You're a muse too good for my lucid inspiration.I whisper your love to me, that you want me much more for yourself. How much longer can I break from me? Give me time to grow up to you to become an anybody. Let me be yours forever in the world's vanity, it's my dream that looks like madness.To love you more than myself, to stand in my might to forget you whenever you want me any good.Between our love stands an I that is lost when you caress of me with your look.Now I can be anyone, I can lose myself in the northern hemisphere of insensitiveness. I'll go with you on this road of feelings raising the banner of love with you over the finest feelings of never and forever forgotten. Alone now, I chose to be crazy inlove with you,to be ash after you not just words you always say to stay in my guess after the coffee. Morning shows,the magic of night breaks down,the veil falls over my eyelids and the world falls asleep in a prophecy as your keen on. I wake up from dreaming at noon and wait in the boring daylight for you to carry me again in the night among your whispers of love. The law enforcement It was dawn by now and already awake, George was looking through the holes of light to the things that were coming to life.A red shirt thrown on the floor last night captivated his attention for several seconds.Filled with disgust, he thought for a moment that would never dress it again.The day was showing already in a blinding light,too cruel for his exaggerated sensitivity.If the raw talent is nothing but a specific provision of the organic than George was suffering from an inflammation of his pride to the smallest details of life.He was a pampered and others accustomed to the whims of his life.His life's principles were deduced from the axioms of mathematics and have never exceeded as understanding a primary level,bottomed in the blind stubbornness with which he followed his purposes.He was obsolete,a character that rarely occur in nature on these lands. I met George a year ago, when he moved into the apartment above me. Two weeks after we met we became friends.This happened with the occasion of his birthday when I was invited to his home.There I was surprised for a few moments by the strange arrangement of furniture.Glued on the walls, replicas of famous artists were hanging on the tapestry walls: Rembrandt,van Dick, Vermeer, van Gogh and many others along with an old icon, painted on wood,completed a autonomous perspective.Otherwise the apartment I found a couple of Japanese vases with roses, so high that I wondered how some damaged the ceiling.George himself sat in a chair in the middle of the room and shook in a come and go. I'm glad you came, he said looking closely at me.Here take a cookie,the night is long and has only just begun. What do you have in mind, I asked. An incendiary cocktail of good music.There will be present Bruckner and Hans Rott. Let's be careful not to ignite ourselves too hard.I have no desire to kiss you, I replied with anxiety in my voice. Darling, be relaxed on this,trust me.Your presence only I like best.Come and sit,let's listen to the first track, he said with a warm voice that assured me of its good intentions. I nodded and I sat on the chair in his left having in front of me the massive front

windows of his apartment covered by a red curtain which loose folds reminded me of those obese nudes of baroque.I wasn't paying attention anymore to the music.I was fantasizing that we unleashed an orgy party with myself as the protector. I asked George to show me where the toilet is.I would have been ashamed to cool myself down in his presence. I stayed with him until three o'clock in the morning when mentally exhausted, I descended the stairs and as I saw the bed I felt like a stone, falling asleep in the next second. This way of spending time with George became a rule. So it has been more than three months, during which I started to know better his eccentricities. The better we knew each other the more we separated. For a while George wasn't feeling at ease with me. He started to have unshakable faiths, at odds with reality, such as the possibility that an event can happen is a priori included under it. "To this level of perception I want to take part 'he repeated his sentence like a monoman in my presence. " I want to take part in all 'do you understand,he asked me. Then I took his hand and we went to a psychologist. " The gangrene which lies at the root of my being rejects any treatment 'he said, implying that I shouldn't put anymore problems related to his life and that I shouldn't come to his rescue in his affairs. " If this body is subject to further investigation the claim that it is reactive substance is not far from the truth 'he said to me after the first hour of psychiatric treatment. I caught him very happy and without understanding his mood, I asked him where so much cheerfulness came from. " If the metaphysics of the spirit is more transparent than an illusion, the belief in divine revelation is stronger than any sensory experience. We need to talk 'he said while shaking hands with an unusual warmth. I haven't seen him since then only very rarely and only on the streets having no time to change more than two words of politeness. I found him once in a recessed bar in the center of the town and quietly sipping alone his cold beer . Do me a favor and sit down next to me, "he said looking directly into my eyes.I immediately felt the warmth that emanated from them that I always loved at George. I can not stay more than a quarter of an hour, I said while watching with caution around the crowded room at the other tables occupied to make sure that we are not followed.This effect happened whenever I abused sedatives.Someone was there every time.I could not be alone and to live without privacy is worse than not having an identity. As if reading my mind,George smiled to me asking me to sit down.Come on, there is no illusion,he whispered to me over the table.Relax, we are safe here. Illusions grow by itself, I said, are intrinsic to our self. You have always confused it with an inflammation of self-pride.You have to get down in time,to put it to work, the only way to get a shape.You want to be strong, I guess,to take it by the horns, and the tone of his voice sounded like a question. He is there, I know this because I feel him alive in cold nights but limp, disgusted by the spectacle of the worldly, I started encouraged by George to reveal myself. On behalf of an ideal self,mankind has lost its humanity,he reflected aloud for a second.Still you haven't got rid of idealism,I see in you the same grimaces. I'm the one who was always yours. Then do me the favor and tell me your purpose,the meaning of life as you started to see it, pleasure me by revealing to me what's on your chest do not keep me waiting.I saw you the moment you sat at the table that you got something to tell me,impatience I could read in his voice. I do not want to fall in the mockery, I answered reluctantly. You mean that our discussion is ridiculous? Stunning.You know I won't let you drag me into the gutter.Take a look at yourself,your moral cleanliness offends in fact the dearest

to you, and I could read the anger in the hardness with which he uttered these words. Excuse me but is not what you think.You cannot find a meaning once and for all.With each new experience he reworks himself and is enough to be an idiot to believe that this was your pathetic life.Beyond those who live their lives believing in their own forces are those who seek it constantly because it is not enough to find, and it must be led by understanding.The rest of the people must be lead to a higher purpose of advance to a high-end or salvation,a purpose cunning enough to mobilize the whole mass of gullible people ideally put into service of a humanitarian ideal who once reached will ennoble and uplift their existence.The problem is that the mankind,whenever sets off to this road will fail in asserting a total failure understanding in the end that the ideal could not be reached.If you ask me why I will not answer than this: there is no ideal, the upper and inspiring, but the power to dispose of the other as you wish, this is where reality meets ideality.The power to control the masses as you wish and once conquered they will follow you anywhere, even in the desert, I ended the argument against a force far too uncertain. I refuse to believe in your cruel fascist utopia.And I tell you by now,no one will perk his ears to your truth. My truth is called love. What the hell,are you an inspired one? Yes,give it to me,this is what I want:identity.It will be a much appreciated gift from you, I immediately recognized the voice of the footman,a cunning syrupy in my mouth. This is what you are trying to escape from, your commitments.It seems you've been living two lives,he told me as he would have found a sentence. I thought that he is true to me.I don't want to save myself.Read me my rights,your Honor.I cannot be the same with the other.The measure of my identity is given by my alterity,and I read an accent of superiority in his voice, full of himself, puffed with pride, proud over the head, as I said, well,shit, who do you think you are and who you talking to. I wanted to hurt him at any price, looking for common points of attack, but always I encountered more than an indulgence on his part that started to annoy me. I only judge you with sympathy only,you are incredible.I wonder if you're but an idiot. If you please decline your identity to disprove my suspicion. Identity is the foundation of every material thing whether constructive or structural and its value for mankind and us as humans.Identity is what you cannot see,you cannot touch,but without you cannot live as a man,you cannot breath., I answered with conviction, without taking a breath. You breath the same air with the others or you breath death?his question sounded as the threat. You cannot question the right to life of the others that imposing a new life order.The saints are the best example.No religion was strong enough to destroy this right.That's why they remain exterior to man,he changed his voice register toward an ironic but serious complicity. But I'm not talking about the enforcement of extermination but a solidarity in front of death,I said these words casually.I was curious if it would force his complicity. People show solidarity only in front of a certain death,in life everyone manage as they can, and here I caught a short break in his fine voice.He seemed very troubled as if he uttered something strange in this phrase. I pulled him out of his comfort zone,he went into my game I said to myself with satisfaction and an innocent smile lit my face.Geoge seemed lost in his thoughts to understand the allusion. People do not value their lives if they listen to one another.The inter-subjectivity must

be reconsidered every time,every moment when you are in the presence of the other otherwise risks to become a habit,to change into group conscience.Mistrust in the other's intentions is the basic rule,I concluded wishing an end to the dialog. People who live together bear eachother.I conceive a selfish being,self-sufficient,a chameleon among the others., I overheard a smile.The tone of his voice seemed to change each new syllable.It was very pleasant hearing him. What do people share with each other? Nothing.They are as two diamonds. After a brief pause I exclaim: Here's who we are! Diamond I, you chameleon, this one I will keep in mind.Now I must go, I said looking at the clock and realizing that I'm late. We are in search of identity,my friend.And this looms on the horizon, I heard his last words. I didn't make ten feet from the exit of the bar that I hear George's voice, trying to stop me in the middle of the sidewalk less traveled at that time.I signal to George to follow me into a gang. You don't get rid of me,he told me gasping.You are going to do harm, he rushed at me. Evil does not happen in the world, I said a little irritated by his insistence.You have no right, you know that, he said bluntly.What will happen if all of us if we were to share your opinion?Your totalitarian utopia,the phalanstery,will fulfill in reality. You know I do not want to impose nothing under the constant fire of a machine-gun.I do not come with the sword but in heavenly glory.I'm now among the angels and I realized what devotion to them means.To God you give everything and as you get rid of your ego you start the ascent to the spheres of his abode, never alone, but now surrounded by angels.In the last minute of conscience in this world still shortly after you started rising you can see them next to you, directing you, while you can still see them.Then you follows the unconsciousness like falling asleep, which is a sign that you are completely integrated into the absolute, I ended the devotional effusion. Thank God, at one point I was scared for real for you, "he said as if getting rid of a stone on his chest.He seemed relieved.You know that I want to hear from you what all those angels tell you.. But his poisonous arrows thrown at me didn't hurt me but all those angels who took care of me. I knew I had to break up with him quickly,almost I hated his physical presence.I turned myself in the street but I didn't take two steps that behind me that George caught me by my sleeve. Then I wrenched him with all my strength and I pushed him back into the gang. We stayed for a few seconds looking eachother into the eyes in that corridor and I made sure he does not come after me again. I heard from the back of cards, perhaps by force of momentum he had fallen on the floor, laughing hysterically loud. I was a stone block in the middle of the sidewalk crowded now by busy working people who rushed to their jobs. I was among them only that I missed their occupation. I always had the pleasure to walk among the workers, not that I have decided to do something in this sense, but every morning I would choose to be among them, I distinguished myself as an individual in that impersonal drip on streets at times when dawn breaks the night.The roars of laughter had wounded my great pride, I was laughed at on the street by my spiritual deformity, that I liquidated in me any wickedness,in other words, that I'm only an idiot. My head just does not want to recognize any authority,I would say it was hollow until the headaches,these unbearable headaches asserted it and placed it there in the cavity of the skull.I'm all those people who can think only in an horizontal position for in this position it is revealed the existential emptiness,the futility of life without a purpose. I'm a complex, full of reproaches.These sound ominous when I appropriated some of the accusations. You have always taken as the will of truth that pleasant sensation that you feel

whenever you put the concept to work.You didn't stop here, all the knowledge you thought that you summed up of yourself and the world was nothing just a masked instinct that tended to domination, a desire of taking into possession the world,your own presence in this world.Without making a connection between them,you didn't change anything in phenomenon and did't find anything that you would methodologically base a self-knowledge. Instead you pursued ruthlessly to satisfy your hungry needs of ultimate certainties.Masked in an instinct of power which subjugated you giving it absolutely worth it once satisfied it was hiding actually your removing from knowledge,the effect of bad uses of reason, he concluded his analysis.I nodded,the blame was solid and the alter ego more convincing than ever. I was there, present in itself, the prince and the beggar at once.Where the cause and the effect begins? I tried to exculpate. When fear becomes rational when evil happens! In other words when fear which finds its spring in the other, or in what it is, the latter being a case of conscience, then you have to cut its roots, man being unable to build on the idea of property anything on its background. You want to say that the property is a massacre in the name of a moral? I jumped as burned in the face of this atrocity. With no property,you do not fall under this law.To remain between us at least remember one thing, if you place yourself within the law to kill one another is morally necessary to remain human. To escape his constraint?Where? On the land of policy? If you love more than one thing in this world then this will disguise in a rational choice. You are not strong enough.Beginning from the root, what you have not been, you will never become. Without an authority over his head any individuality is a potential threat.For who?We don't know yet. What's the other's justice?A chimera,an illusion.What's your justice?To be a man,to legislate upon the other.No law can force me that's why I cast no anathema upon it than do not make me unleash the power that from Gods I have taken.If the stake of the social contract is security and safety we have to live close together to one another otherwise we will eat eachother.We are no longer predators but civilized people more or less.Because I don't know a greater glory than to fall into battle trying to impose your own law. What's my relationship with the law?I don't know how this can fashion or destroy destinies.I create the world and not backwards.I will never defend the law of man on this earth. I want to rejoice my law in silence. Everyone try to catch you under their law and if they won't find you a reason they will try to buy your lying.And this one says:I am... Everything man does aims to social acknowledgement.A greater ingeniousness I do not know:to run for honors.These men think that standards lead their lives and they submit themselves to the will carved in stone which is the law. The first instance

The Advocate: Gentlemen, let's take for example the movement of an asteroid.Is its predefined trajectory determined by its nature to endanger other phenomena of this universe? At the human tribunal should be incriminated all status changes that threaten human life: earthquakes, volcanoes, tornadoes, lightnings.All of these in a pre-

Christian past society where pre-spirited people dwelt, were the result of misconduct of a man that believed himself to be the all-powerful master of the universe. Sin and the insignificance of man were unknown, the earth was the place where he could fulfill his solipsist condition.Absolutely nothing slowed him down to reach new heights of humanity in what was called his fortress.Paradoxically this is the event of conscience that humanity constantly fears today more than ever. The Prosecution: Objection! Man is not an atmospheric phenomenon.He is endowed with will and intellect and is able to act according to these qualities as their slave or their master.The action turned to his neighbor is the subject to our legal process today. The second objection concerns the possibility of achieving the solipsist condition of man.If all happenings in the world are according to his will then what's the use of his fortress? Doesn't the fortress take part to a causality in which everything that is happening in the world is the result of an action-reaction between fellowmen like? The Advocate: Accountability is a given of his fellow man in order to restrict his freedom of action and to blame him after necessity?This requires discernment in the affairs of human endowment that can no longer rely on ignorance.This is why we send our children to school at an early age.But a knowledge-based society is somewhat dangerous but we've got it perfectly to avoid this danger by surrounding young eager people in the vicious cycle of the working class. The Prosecution: Life is static only when this occurs to lead in a single direction.It's the moment we all been expected to give rise to a untrue assertion.This untruth only is the subject to any legal process. The Advocate: It's an innocence to believe that life on earth has a purpose even to breed itself.It's like saying that Saturn or Venus have their purpose and that without them there would be no life on Earth.Nothing competed for the emergence of life on this earth.This happened.The center of our universe is life, this is a truth that can seduce the indictment. The Judge: It is permissible! The Advocate:The legal ways of appeal if my client is not going anywhere for the simple reason that his identity was dissociated from his indifference to your motive.I would like you to get acquainted with him. The Prosecutor: What is your name, boy? The Defendant: The 'lighthouse' for the beginning.Where ever I go I leave behind only the shadow of my feet. The Prosecutor: You let me understand that we cannot start with in any legal way? The defendant:My identity has been acquired by you under a legal sense as I can be anyone for you.I choose to be unknown to those who possess me with a name. The Prosecutor:Your indifference places you where your feet will start

on the trail. The Defendant: I said that I'm their shadow.I let you chase shadows. The Prosecutor: You should be ashamed of doing shadows on this earth.Nu further questions. The Advocate: To note that the pairings are useless in the case of my client.All that will come is a lie. The Judge: Please stop here. Otherwise you will be guilty of contempt of the court. The Advocate:The shadow of my client's legal frightening is reflected in the halos everywhere it is invited to tread all that is called legal proceeding.This court is guilty of malpraxis on my client's humanity. The Prosecutor: Who think your client is? The Advocate: The shadow of the unspoken,the interrogation and the rhetoric response of the non-being.Let's ask him. The Prosecutor: Who do you think you are? The Defendant: The conscious appearance of life after forgetting my name. The Prosecutor: I give in.Quick.Cast no shadow.Get it.She is the culprit that we seek. The Hall: He went crazy for real. To the right of good Without coordination any motion isn't possible.To discern the right from the left is an art of living that can lead you far in life.Can you fool the right? No, because once you took a step in any direction you turned your back to the opportunities offered by the other direction.Everything is given in the world, you need only to look straight.If you look an object in the face you cannot discern its nuances,only placing yourself to the right or to the left of it you complete the image of it by revealing its sharp or dense angles.Because what is sharp for right it's dense for left.Then you ask yourself if and how it may be subject to some standing form.You take one more look,askew, trying to fool him that only he might mitigate with the joke. Let us take for example the notion of good.We envisage it as an absolute highlight that requires and dictates our sense directly opposite. But lets not think something stupid and say that the meaning of life is good,when you do a good deed,as indeed thought all the prophets from immemorial times.For to look the good in the face is just a silliness as only an ox can understand. But lets not exacerbate either such popular prejudice that evil has many faces, although it must have- and we're right. May we learn how to look beyond this side or that and there you have coming here to light sides of this truth. And it is far from compelling one eager for knowledge. For only on a sense of good develops a character,completes a personality and who has other more unpleasant sensations such as vomiting, nausea (at Sartre), this

man isn't feeling well. And he is not good that he learned to look.This concerns in itself with a painful human acuity for itself .Plato's fiction about a good in itself incited the illiterate people to ignorance. See, you do not have to look to your right or your left, yours is good enough, it seems that Plato says. So heads up, eyes straight ahead as in the army, and marched with a bull determination toward the enemy. This well is stained with blood,realize one.This one dies and with it and the good. It seems that Romanian land is bathed more than anywhere in the world with the blood of those who - claimed their independence, the most difficult calling on this land which swallows everything, being that of the teacher.Here you are not allowed to speak your good teaching. Moral terror Horror and moral terror being consecutive in life,I know nothing more intrinsically humane.These are there in the dark pulsating in consciousness as absolute masters of it. I can call them moral phenomena now,I can extract them from the gangrene that is spreading at the root of my being.Because to a be moral being is synonymous with being sick,the morality that increases on this earth brings you away from any life.Is there a moral that approach life, to dictate to your love life? But it is more than morality can do,rather to glimpse a way that a traveler should do it once alone.The answers come once your steps got used to going fast in the desert: Love your neighbor! But moral terror lapse to reveal you such a phenomenon,the foundation of a bad illusion.Once aware the terror has taken over the functions of nervous control, there is no turning back.It's time for the most acute intuitions.The foundation of the moral world is attributed to religion,any other way to settle a morality independent from these premises is doomed.The presence of people in the world can be explained only religiously,as a disobedience to the Word of God.People are wicked,this understood well Moses who gave the plates of law,a yoke that people took seriously,some may still bear that even today with serenity. Moral terror that a man approaches to him whenever he foresees a bad deed and is aware of it.It appears now more acute his identity crisis,the uniqueness of his conscience and a self that needs no longer to be free.The one who stepped on the land of moral terror and escaped its poisoned arrows,doing nothing when everything called him to do evil deeds,this one knows that moral valences are dreadful.The terror that invalidates any assertion of life in any positive sense,puts rapidly in a mincer all your pleasant feelings knowing that evil is inevitable in the end good.When evil has no point in passing it,you have to look straight in his eyes.But how many will survive after such a meeting? Evil is a fact of conscience. Terror directs our beings to whatever rule that is not its subject.Colonel Kurtz understood the essence of moral phenomenon, he looked in depths and has implemented its own method: listen to me, not to what is moral, love me not what's moral! We all obey God, no one escape. Terror opens our beings the aesthetic horizon.The world that has lost its good quality is ultimately saved by beauty,by the insanity of those who believe in the world's beauty.Maybe even the apocalypse far from announcing a dreadful trial, presents some aesthetic interest. Deadly rapture

The rapture occurred this morning,the moral support knuckled under the guilt,leaving behind a helpless being trying to prevent a murder.This one couldn't witness his own death.He couldn't find a quantum of solace in the inevitability of this last act written at the end of a time foreshadow before by his destiny.On the existential level his death couldn't find any convergence with his being from which those emotions of damnation would emerge.While everything was opaque surrounding his death,traces of light sprang out of his vindication,otherwise the clear-obscure couldn't exist.Waiting patiently for his end to happen,George followed in delay all his thoughts obsessed by death to the most hidden corners of his conscience.It was funny thou that he didn't put up any resistance in front of the inevitability of his death.Death was passing through him as a ghost through a brick wall leaving behind no trace.It was the thought that sparkled in his conscience,abrupt and with the precision of a rolex.Everything in his mind was revolving death as a humming top put into motion.Death was ticking at short periods without carrying that George was still alive.If there is a thought we cannot master this is of our death.This one alone splinters your existence into pieces once it takes control of your conscience.From now on it will render void every logical or rational structure.Death fasten your self in the original and instinctive fear of self-preservation as if the next moment already annulled into existence by the conscience of your death could be the last.This one strained moment will never be the last because it's nothing else but the repetition of that moment placed already prior in front of your death. Organic spaces When you descent enough into organic,you become spectator at your own blood flow, there is no turning back,you raise your life to the rank of an absolute experience, you've paid your return ticket to its performance and you become afterwards witness to the competitive organization of life.This revolves around your own atoms and if you link these atoms to a single gravity the organic gravity will colapse, everything will be doomed to an awful lot, despair and its support,pesimism.Pesimism is intrinsically to the organic life that is aware of the acute consciousness for it doesn't produce the necessary supplementary drive so much needed for the toleration of life we are experiencing during sexual acts.Universe has no time, he is just a concatenation of spaces which feature that is extention is the very foundation of the gravitational scale that creates spaces out of nothing.

The Russian soul The russians are by far the people who discovered the metaphysical values of dizziness.Living free for so many millennia in the open spaces of the Mongolian steppe they internalized the extent as the primary attribute of the Russian soul. For this is largely as the eye can see, has no cultural or legal boundaries, finding in extension the possession of

all his instincts ,soothing any aspirations of civilization.At the contact with civilization the Russians replied by drinking,only dizziness satisfied their originating thirst for space,a freedom that only Russians understood by example the one that Raskolnikov discovers at the end of the novel Crime and Punishment. Russia has never said the last word in history, genetic inheritance brings every time perfection of those feelings of freedom which corresponds to an area in which to manifest itself,hence Russian imperialism. The historical fulfillment of the Russian people is that of consciousness like any nation that the Christian coercion went through to a system of values that is centered around the love of our neighbour . No wonder that the Russians in the last hundred years found this love without God. Of all the nations gathered around the Cristian yoke the Russians by taking it so naturally became one of the stronger European nations. They understood their great simplicity and centuries after the rupture from Christianity was one of the most violent in European history.The Bolshevik exploitation of the Russian culture has different foundations than with national socialism no matter how many similarities the two doctrines would seem to present. The idealist props of the Russian people is thin in comparison with other European nations headliners like Dostoevsky and Tchaikovsky being late appearances on the firmament of European culture. Systems were born, went bankrupt, all passed over the Russian soul only the national consumption of vodka has remained constant.It is the civilizing constant of these people who had not seen in the original freedom of conscience that freedom from which to claim their right to exist,they are aware of a freedom greater than that was born in the bosom of Christianity. Ergo, the existence of the Russian people, starting from the endless steppes of Asia everything that has been grafted onto his soul, Christianity, history, civilization, social engineering could not define it and include it in a form of compromise with life. Buddha’s path Without believing himself to be the son of God,Buddha reached truths about life of a depth that rose above any other religion aiming at pure knowledge.For a christian knowledge is a sin or at least was so for hundreds of years,his life taking place on the static land of dogmatism revolving around dogmas.This was prescribed for his life,this is what he does,he finds it natural to submit to an authority which he doesn't inquire because the quest for ultimate truths can lead him astray.The

desire to know what lies in the eyes of a prophet and to exercise an influence on an ascetic life it's somehow dangerous for the wellbeing of the christian flock that as any other flock needs a shepherd,not man but God.What would happen if one by one those who make up the flock would rise through knowledge to the rank of an authority over a life that doesn't have anymore a need for dogmatic truths for survival.Everyone would become his own master,would hold his own truth,would breath the strong air of courageous heights to which he would accede through self knowledge.Knowledge in its purest form is fallacy and it's condemned by the Church.Buddhism answers more properly to the desires of one inlove with knowledge in search of truths plugged into reality.And this reality is that we all have to suffer being alive,life itself it's suffering.How can a soul exposed to pain through meditation not to hate everything around him?The answer is knowledge.To know that the essence of life is suffering,that the pain you feel has a cause in the illusive reality of our desires means that you arose through knowledge above it and that you embraced life.A Buddhist doesn't have time for temptations still being no stranger to them only that they are of other reality,quality and intensity that the ones that a christian conceive them to be his ordeal.By comparison to Buddha the enlightened,the authority of Christ teach us about the truth that lies in our hearts but as the heart is placed in our body bellow the brain so his message reach those unable to use their reason.Because enlightenment through knowledge is nobler than to obey.On one side we deal with obedience to the highest rank presumed wiseman and by no means with the sublimation of our desires into knowledge as happens to those who took the Buddha's path this endeavour and effort of will unknown to Christianity.The latter finding in scourging themselves from unhealthy desires the hope for God to forgive their sins and not acquiring through combat training the mastering of their bodies as Buddhists do.A Buddhist needs to defend himself,Jesus sees no dangers in real life. Buddha managed to stay alive,succeeded in his quest,cultures absorbed his knowledge far from the idle drama of Christ crucified for a semantic truth that fascinated an entire dogmatic Middle Ages. The middle way George found himself without knowing how he reached that point at the outskirts of the town.A sharp hunger was torturing his stomach.Soon he saw in front of him bushes with red fruits,he rushed

at them with his bare hands without worrying about the stings on his delicate skin.Perhaps they were poisoned, but this does not prevent him to believe that they will appease his thirst.He drank their red juice,reddened his thin lips. He took the appearance of a predator who has just devoured his victim still alive.When returned in himself he sat at the basis of the trunk of a tree and closed his eyes.The image of a bright red didn't leave him, swirling menacingly into his consciousness.He was keeping himself in the center of a visual design projected into a spot of red color which was advancing into existence as fast as the living memory that he finds himself at the edge of humanity stengthened.The red was overwhelming sinking him in a sea of living pain, acute, accompanied by sharp awareness that he was already lost.He abandoned himself to the pain that intensified with every drop of color. He discovered that they were actually tears, his tears,realizing the he was crying like a innocent child .All the tension alleviated in a blind feeling that his life till now had been a lie he mastered without doubt to an absolute identity with his genuine wickedness.He had compressed himself into a feeling of blackness so dense that became contagious for everything he touched with his eyes. He began to fight this wickedness.His tears run out as he started his war.Fervent in front of the prospect of a new struggle with himself he didn't abandoned his self to despair as it happened to him every time he ran into trouble in this world,experiences which solidified his will into a clay idol .He was opposing resistance to the the weakness that urged him to idolize himself.Everything was rotten in him, all that was true of him in front of the world was fraud.His feelings deceived him ,seeking in the world a reciprocity of his affects .The new world he glimpsed at didn't answer his calls, was deaf to his begging. And then he abandoned it without any effort of will by a self-abandonment.A grimace covered his face for a moment only to be wiped out by a smile.This was it,the access to a new world of learning and compliance with his debt to himself and free from fear.Identity and possession that define a man's life were the new acquisitions George had accessed.He found himself among the others, a man who knew how to face today the ups and downs of life.Not alone but through the other. The middle path is not a question of existence,it is life itself.Life doesn't have a precise cause, doesn't originate from anywhere.The ups and downs of life are compensated by the middle way.There are causes that determine our feelings to burst into existence.An experience like this can tell you who you are but will never define your life as long as it

originates in the uncertain and unstable contradictions: love-hate, fearcourage.The middle way teaches us to beware of the reasons that are causing them and to live our lives wisely, sparingly safe. Devotion To live without knowing what you eat or drink,when and who you sleep with in a complete dedication to the God's hidden life.When oblivion overtake you,when every glass of water you get to throw up, then you live with Him,he is the weakness of your heart.When you cannot sleep,lying in bed at night,when your heart throbs and your soul may not devote more from himself to God,deforms from pain for he knows he needs to give Him all, is put in front of a bright choice, the only hope that opens to the abyss of evil.From there, the darkness rises a claw that pulls you back and if you surrender to it you surrender to the pain.Now you are beyond life and death face to face with what lies beneath.The love of a God for creation stretches beyond your imagination and it is blinded only by the love for yourself.Here, suspending time,having a thermic shock while lying in the snow nearly dead drunk and your heart beating at remote intervals you receive a revelation that you will put a mark on your soul: Jesus forgives us all ! you cry to those terrified near you and so giving them a big astonishment. Political disengagement Those who make up the herd know that they are weak.The individual voice is that of the group.Leave him for a while alone in this world...The gregarious man has the conscious of his weakness.The assemblies whether constituent or legislative must be politically suppressed and any form of association abolish.Man must gather in packs where the right to kill is a virtue of the powerful. You cannot embrace two ideologies at the same time and in the same report simply because your life will be put in jeopardy twice. I have decided not to interfere in the world's affairs.Left alone I struggle with myself.The anarchy I bathe in cannot be designed on the outside without the consent of the others.But these are weak,yield to the first incentive of order.Cause order originated in the powerful,a weakness properly speaking,to ensure his continuity. About respect Hello there .All you black people I know what you have in mind all day,except sex let's be honests.That thing you seek the most is called respect.Let me tell you few things about respect:You want respect a universal value like a strong alcohol which gets to your head in no time and pulls your eyes from your eyeballs (not like a Rembrandt painting) and it beeps into your ears whenever you feel disrespected.Respect comes to complete your manhood.It's your hegelian liberty because isn't it so respect is reasonable and whatever is reasonable is real.Respect swells like a boil over night in order to crack in the morning.Your respect has no limits and I don't hint at your mother wit,it steals the prize of the strongest in hunting like hyenas,flies in flocks over the kill,grows in bushes suffocating the white crops but knows its limit.Your respect limit is that someone with you and at the same time different from you doesn't respect you.Respect is for you a property,your property property,a transcendency,the magic without you cannot show yourself.I draw a line here.It's the image of a man dressed up in a grotesque costume.This is your way of earning respect (not mine). Ethics in pornography -The violent force of emotions annihilated its self to the point I cannot indignate myself.I

have the impression that I can pluck out the Earth from its orbit.I am afraid I can throw it into the open space. -As if I hear a porn movie starlet.The claim to universal validity is the unity of a moral conscience.And a moral conscience is unbearable during intercourse.All the moralists have fallen under the cunning fetch.The more power I get the more I turn into a moral being.Purity is not integrity.Stiffness and strength are the companions of death.Elasticity and springiness are expressions of life because what is hide-bounded never conquer the flesh and vanquish. -There are folks who get bored of pornography and wished the human body had more vulvas. Inferiority complex Why people reject their most intimate dreams?Those are all they ever wanted and yet in their presence they pass from fear to suicide.Over these thoughts they want control,a social shaped alterity.The total alienation of the other in which we recognize our identity makes impossible any communication and we want to share our experience. Physical attraction is among the first forms of discrimination.Why not me?Why the other?Our choices may offend the other.Who's got something to say let him speak now or forever hold his peace.This is how a priest seals a marriage vow.And this vow is sacred.Now that everybody is contented with let's party.The solidarity function of the divine service doesn't get the absolute majority now,the relative one in the next second,later... Against science Did man really abandon his creative capacities or talents?Did the consequences of a scientific century break of his habit to judge life as a whole?Did philosophy lose its mission to judge culture in its aggregation?Therefore the scientific spell we fell under from few centuries onward renders void man's creativity and breaks the faith's upsurges. Science thinks many times backward to life.The recent man shaped by science doesn't know anything but to receive passive scientific formulas for his life,where his overbearing manner from a perspective of a new aggregation vision of life,which this time we can call it stupidity or folly. Man should declare again his independence in front of the scientific knowledge.But how can life stay straight in its presence?Science is on everybody taste these days not because it is science but because it's democratic science.It's laws have a high degree of tolerance for everything that has life in consequence no one ventures into the positivism without testing the democratic hypothesis of science.Hence science doesn't aim at universality but equality. That over the top,that internal pressure displayed as synthesis of every exoteric concepts is depreciated by the positive science to nonsense.The renascence ideal of a universal man that brings forth alone instruments of knowledge that fit reality opens to culture with every personality a new scientific realm.For what science does but diminish that ideal,that sum of life.The question that rises with is who can produce today instruments of knowledge?Proper science or anachronic philosophy? Reality is arbitrary Reality is arbitrary.This assumption,a religious one after all evidences because isn't it so we have to grant reality the wicket gate to salvation of our lives put into the service to be alive,isn't really an inversion that aims with all strength to impose the dignity of a solipsism in which we find a last refuge in front of the policies that have imbued all aspects of our lives?

Reality is arbitrary as long as the art guiding life of those who feel something else than the rest turns back over themselves under direct questions:if not me,than who?,if the brain conceives reality prior to the eye?,what if reality is arbitrary?You cannot answer the last question than putting the eye before the brain,perception in front of the intellect.But art once finished puts an end to the questioning.These belong to the process. Reality is arbitrary.This effect appears more clearly once you remove the mental from mental life.Deprived of understanding,the control exercised over the other human beings if possible in that state of mind is meta-ethical,isn't supported by any moral.The requirement of a categorical imperative doesn't apply here because you may do evil deeds but you can't decide to an individual and ridiculous bad thing in favour of an universal evil. Reality is arbitrary when art and life merge into one another,when the actor doesn't stop acting after the show has ended. Reality is arbitrary when we lose faith in ourselves,when we lose confidence we can array the social order.But this appears already ordered and you must subdue to its rules. Reality is arbitrary.What's left on the outside?A simple causality,an action-reaction mechanism.The analysis of our feelings schematize our experience,brings you into subjection and on long term alienates you from life. Linguistic reality How do you explain the emergence of consciousness? I find that it has no grounds to move forward,to become. Therefore you cannot deny the existence of consciousness? Consciousness and existence are not related. Speaking of relationships, how close is the verb, the articulation to reality? Near identity.Both are actually tautologies. Where do you know that what you speak is articulated from? How do you know where that is air what you inspire? Perhaps it is cigarette smoke. Look how easily reality is articulated by vices.Not virtue but words elevate us.Let us speak dirty. I don't agree with you.Your sentences became atomic.They don't allow the breaking of the passwords that are encrypted with. Speak a common language with me.How else can we understand eachother? By the role of the intuition takes in the understanding of one language. But intuition cannot produce an objective understanding of what reality says.Towards reality it brings a plus of understanding by decoding its symbols.Intuition takes this position of understanding between two parties. I understand, but my question concerns codification.How does this happen that we speak the same language codified by each individual,isn't reality of its symbols the same for us all? True, doctors use specific terms to their skills, engineers speak their language,as priests etc.The reality of a daily linguistic praxis sketches patterns of linguistic behavior that can be easily anticipated.And still we cannot take part in a hypothetical discussion in a future more or less distant. Fragmented utterances corresponds to reality, a significant fact for what is happening in the world is that we articulate fragments of reality, making them understandable. In fact we don't understand reality but what we say about reality.In this measure people are more or less present in reality. Arbitrary relations

Each birth is the result of arbitrariness in terms of life. Some would say it's the fulfillment of a passion,the quench of a fire, others think it is a miracle of life. But there are a number of people who believe that this arbitrary doesn't take place in people's lives. And this is how they argue.The assignation of your parents was not accidental rather contained in a mathematical equation that describes life as a whole, in other words was recorded in time as an anomaly of the system while this was seeking the proper functioning of its subjects as long as they were given a choice they didn't wanted or weren't aware of it,never exceeding a certain margin of freedom allowing for system efficiency,ranging anomalies i.e human emotions being comprised in an acceptable range of control which subjects realized it or not. Yes, it was possible my parents to meet but not to fall in love with each other,my birth was by no means arbitrary,the moment of my arrival in this world being contained in the possibility to be born at a specific time in this universe.I came right on time as far as I know,after all we are an organized conglomeration of cells which can't be determined otherwise than as perfection resembling the universe. You will object here that this body you inhabit is full of diseases and deficiencies or imperfections. I can not answer than that illness and death are in fact the impossibility of absorbing further the environment in which we live for diseases,the complete opacity in the case of death. For being alive means to place yourself in the world, from a simple cell to consciousness, alone or in the company of others, relating to everything around you.And now here's how, having reached thirty years I have come to believe only in determinism, to be the one who retains the pleasure to discover and to witness new causal links between phenomena. For a positivist arbitrariness has no place in a world circumscribed to phenomena. Such arbitrariness would take place it would follow all the coordinates of this world, happening in it. For this reason in the record of causality arbitrary has no place, as it has no place either in the social networks,the religion of salvation or the rationalizing social policy. Life in the world today is safer than ever when the means of communicative actions have exploded lately. If there is something to be afraid of and most people fear would be an arbitrary organization of their lives. It is true that when we enter the world we were given an identity and as we progress in life it remains in a constant erosion. For you cannot build an identity later in life that does not overflow on the outside because everything in life is finite and its pointless. Reversing the report it results an intense happiness which having a finite cause spouts in life and is a character builder.One interesting fact on the linguistic realm is that there are no words to describe something intermediate between control and arbitrary.We say that only in love and war, everything is permitted or unfairly. And rightly so transparency isn't there a middle way?

Ignorant complexity The reality involves inner degrees that, from amoeba to an extent where the environment is absorbed almost in an absolute degree, define everything that moves. Everything feels alive not equally but according to its complexity.The more elements combine themselves forming complex multi bodies as tissues the more the exchange of identities is shrinking. The identical is recognized as the last chain in the trophic chain. Cells that find their identity in themselves,or tissues, specialize in certain functions, becoming obtuse to the environmental changes that hey can not integrate and therefore bringing diseases. Diseases are simply impotency of the complex to further absorb the environment in which this lives. Failures occur. Plants rarely suffer from diseases and compared with humans are infinitely more aware of their environment as if they have conscience. Consciousness is nothing but a huge impersonal force which is born from nothingness and animates any conglomeration of cells, a force that keeps everything that

lives close together. The degree of presence in reality is proportional to the complexity of the organisms. Aren't mushrooms more aware of their environment than the ones that consume them? The complexity reduces the absorption of the environment and narrow the vision of reality. Man, unlike the amoeba, is an asshole. Clouds, wind, temperature, mere atmospheric phenomena for man, appear enthusiastic for the most simple organisms. By example an oak feeds on them as vital forces. Man himself is part of nature and to reveal it requires a kind of liquidation of individual consciousness and loss of any knowledge learned by the integration in absolute.A vital force as gravity that keeps planets in their orbits gave the laws of living, laws which don't miss anything alive. Intrinsic to life is motion and the static when this tires. Static is covered with conscience and it is the same with it. Only man can stop and reflect for a moment to himself then happens that his conscience become aware of the complexity of life. Man left with the emergence of consciousness out the natural order.He sees himself now more acute that he deviates from reality,that he no longer feels a part of the normality of life and nature. He feels more alone, he thinks of his uniqueness, which is one of conscience ie.static and not the natural in continuous transformation and change. Life in it's more complex formula is the most ignorant. My evil story -Tell me:do you believe in good and therefore in our salvation?We'll have to break through all the circles that confine us.Freedom,that is what I'm talking about.An active faith that compels us to do good.Our salvation lies in our deeds.Why not act now? -The vanity every moral puts on when good is shared between two men. -Evil is deeply rooted in us and practice upon us a magical power.We might do evil deeds and many times we wait too much to carry them out. -Evil is not to be found in the world.You have to emerge from death in order to rise from evil.Only then you can give immortality to the seekers. -Prepare yourself:they will strip you barren and make mince meat of you.They will give your desire a name. -What if the instinct they imagined of me really made me who I am? -The instinct is homicidal only in relation with the others.I do not kill for pleasure but for recognition. -A greater naivety I cannot see in you:running for distinctions. -Why people do not see the face of God in me when I walk amongs them?Because I carry the face of evil.Being two faces I mislead the others.I'm at times human only with myself. -Seeing blood all over me.The fascination of flesh is pretext for murder as hunger is pretext for dying.I do not see people dying of hunger but for lacking appetite for blood. -They live their lives through property,they want a safer world as possible.Time splinters the idea of property.All that is left behind is nothing but a pile of dead bodies. -You despise me I can see it and if you'll forgive me I will hate you.I cannot love a weaker vessel than myself.Whether you submit to my will or I'll drown myself.This is my free will. Blinding hate Evil in itself doesn't exist as there is no good.As good as an active principle and evil a passive one,let's end this discussion.Most people are incapable of hatred. I never wanted to stain my soul with hatred.On the existential level it was suicide.Hate keeps you alive.

If hate remains designed outside it's no good.It has to give you satisfaction,to be the very end you live for.Hate must be brought into sensory.Only this way you can get over the pain your neighbour induces to you and for which is responsible.The other must be devalued and demystified all the time and killed if necessary,in other words he must cease to exist.I conceive hate only as exceeding one's authority. Hate makes us excel ourselves.Hate is present,evil is not. Hate is never turned on an individual as a number. I can't stay regardless anymore and my boldness will be discharged with blood.Pure hatred gives the measure to our humanity therefore all it's disciples are cold monsters. When hate ceases to have objectives we are in danger for ourselves.Hate is a so necessary law of nature that I need to revolt against my hatred. Evil is not to be found in the world.It must be created every time. Versus desire When you look around and you see only pain,evil,war it's said that you are pessimistic.When you see joy,kindness,peace,love you are an optimist.Both cases involve a bird's eye view.But what am I that I don't see a meter ahead of me.I know no joys,no pains,only a staggering strain of will.And the dizzying world of desire strikes me. Inorganic chemistry:I have no hope for the better and I no longer draw any expectations for the worse.I'm like a rock that only powerful winds face me and heavy waves break me. When we come in the rare moments to feel life we redraw immediately in ourselves,we feel it's not ours that is heterogeneous,something strange to us.You are not a freak of nature that understand the feelings of the others,you are not conscious of their needs,you do not feel their lives. Life is something very fragile and insignificant for people like us craving for the will of power.Do you read all my gestures?I'm no tyrant. You are not a man,you want to bring your idealism into existence,to the rank of experience.There is another side of existence that of the total denial in which life is replaced with obscurity.All that remains for you to experience are fragments of life put together by your logical intellect,the total rupture with the world being of an ontological kind. I was no stranger to desires and yet I rejected them as principles of death in the becoming.The one who handed my such gifts knew how much I worthed.But this was a path without an end or finality.Seldom I regret I didn't let myself depraved by the world.I would have grown wise. As the old saw has it that with age you become wise.It is written in your genetic code that at some point in time,in a distant future you will gain wisdom which is not an outcome of your aging.Therefore 'being a God' is the expression of a certain age that doesn't have the organic(vital) as a reference point in the becoming.Gods do not age,they are extinguished and replaced by new ones in a never-ending return of the selfsame. Through logic lens -Is there something in the human nature that doesn't require justifications? -Argumentation,justification,all are illusions,nothing more.Universal truths exists only in our heads.Reason cannot overwhelme reality with all its particular moments of concepts.My justification comes from beyond the blue sky. -Metaphysics can give you the answers through its apodictic theories. -I cannot find the necessity behind the synthetic judgements.What makes them possible?These have no being of their own thats why they claim a rather weak

status.And yet metaphysics conceived as a science becomes possible.The scientific knowledge is already a close,successful possibility. -If it is an analytical judgement 5+7,12 were to be found in the concept of its sum.If 12 is necessary it must be deducted after the non-contradictory law.Where to take this necessity from?According to the non-contradictory law this will break the sum concept into pieces but this doesn't happen.If 12 is a synthetic judgement after all it would be not only necessarry but also it would imply the possibility of the sum in the addition.We can disentangle to infinity the concept of 5+7 and we wont find the sum of 12.It's something new for knowledge and more it is necessary.This thing comes to light:12 doesn't come into being according to the non-contradictory law,from the sum concept of 5+7.What if we recognize 5+7=12 as an circumstantial identity and how can we prove this identity? -You lack sense in your statements.Your truth is redundant,a priori,like any truth that meet the logic criterions.You have fallen under the illusion of abstract identity of facts. Relative truths

Truths are of the same origin whether functional or relatives.The first become functions when you relate them to your life and have value of absolute and final principles,you accede to their synthetic determination while the latter have those as cause,the forward movement that define them it's the result of a deductive inference on their basis.Relativism moves in two tempos,many wants it to claim it in an absolute way,misunderstanding its nature of fracture logic.The reality we live in must accord tautologically with the one we think of.We can produce an infinite number of mathematical patterns that will circumscribe the reality,to limit our world to a point of complexity that will go beyond what is happening in the world and thus making sense in reality for interpretation.This happened or it will happen,there is a calculus dilemma that can lead you to abandon a synchronous reality with the things that happen to a being of the same date as the reality he lives in.Beyond relativism it's nothing as the man that has been educated and lived in a certain reality from which he has broken through the intuition that reality that is more in it than it looks like,a fault of perception.The world he lives in isn't authentic,he has this feeling that it's something wrong with the world.He will accede soon to the truth.The nature of his truth is relatively as long as it is drawn from an abandoned reality. Liberal logic Can we save nowadays at least part of the human dignity of yesteryear? This position lost in front of science, that of an absolute judge of it,doesn't even find today in the philosophical vocabulary.The scientific attitude does nothing but to hide the being behind laws which discover to us the objective world.The genuine meaning of our beings is lost and is replaced by the meaning of the world.We have its coordinates more clearly than ever yet we cannot orientate in the world, this is the ultimate purpose of a science that believes it's autonomous and independent from the purpose of being.If science produces totalizing explanations of the world does not allow them to deny reality. Psychoanalysis and Marxism fall into this category of pseudo - sciences,where their instrumental spell for those who tread on the solid ground they are based, ie analytical observations on

psychoanalysis and material processes for Marxism. A law is invalid if avoids counterfeiting and it is stubborn enough to persist in time. Real is currently present in law and thus comprehensible through it, ie it is closed in it.The reality of such laws never exceed the scientific formulas that has produced it. But how to relate our individual beings to something that is completely objective without abandon our beings? Closed communist societies follow the same logic as long as they seek to justify their ideology through unquestionable explanations of the world.Comunism was imposed by virtue of it's truth which claimed that it would hold and not let any objections.The method was simple and effective, resembling terror among those who stood against this truth.The world was seen in white or in black.The fall of communism led us to construct new meanings of the world this time in shades of gray. Universal questions The bubble type universes theory that by friction should initiate a release of energy specific to the Big Bang from which our universe arose raises a series of questions: 1: to what degree of validity of this theory is the same as the big bang? 2: is it a consequence of this and if so do we have the explanation of the causal chain that created the universe? 2.1: once postulated this causality can be inferred from it? 3: is life the result of big bang or transcends this determination? 4: where is placed this theory? in physics or in imagination? 5: from the big bang we know that the physical determination of the the universe is valid but is it reciprocal? 6: why seek another determination of the universe as a concatenation of other consequences? 7: are we in real part of the two theories and the link between them in the transcendent? Time traveler Among the many definitions of time there are some who would vehemently deny it,others that conceive it as an extraction of space, the latter being more honest with us than those who deceive us that there is only the present moment.In fact this carpe diem is the great lie because everyone wants to live their own beings which is possible only in time.But pay heed,possible only now. Time is a fundamental concept of modern physics where is conceived as material, but not in the contemporary world, here loses its unitary substance.In love with ourselves,with our own image we passed time among the categories of the intellect,you know which,the ones we see the world through.But do we really understand it? The answer is yes, we understand time, not the essence.The one who descended into the depth of mankind and questioned its everlasting quality practiced a favorable exercise.The great disadvantage of this type of questioning is that it cannot produce explanations or answers simply because it cannot relate time with anything.Time is out there among the trash, would make a pretty good price on it, who else than antiquarians.The certainty is that beyond the material value is worthless for the spirit.Yes, that daring spirit that inured himself with the cheating of the present moment. 'Now and here is everything we have' thus says the free thinking spirit, a kind of endangered species.And now if here I have all that I need I have the answers to all your questions.In ancient times these species were called wise men.How much wisdom humanity gathered in few thousand years of civilization! And it did not understand anything. A humanitarian racism

Between us and them they put a color difference.The great migration from Africa of our common ancestor,Homo sapiens,which would replace the indigenous populations by extinction,it is not enough based on anthropological findings but rather is a logical movement,a counter-weight to the theory of races that still haunts among those who racial differences complete their theory of man. In the academic world if you claim that not the African is the common ancestor of all people beyond obvious differences of color, eye shape, lips or the conformation of the skull you are ostracized as a racist. We all know what massacres inspired all racist theories about man but still you cannot forge a science through a so-called migration at a planetary level which would place all people in a common descent.The civilized man wasn't born in Africa because of its cultural act that influenced his everyday existence and was present everywhere our forefather stepped. Race theory is even good-sense to accept competition of all civilizations and not a thickskinned science that still believes in academic fantasy to justify their fear of new racial genocides.Two key concepts underlying a sentence close a thesis essentially false to man: balance breeds and uniform in their spread. If the equilibrium number of different races has remained stable throughout the land as an equilibrium population of different regions can be seen with naked eye today and the uniformity of those humanoid populations to develop their own cultures most simultaneously in different parts of the earth both in Africa, Asia, Europe and America,then we can gain our own voice when we're in the presence of so-called enlightened field anthropologists by for-made discoveries. And with this new voice to teach a racism not in the name of a cultural superiority but a humanity that we all share. Criminology You begin to live once you do murder.The analogy with knowledge is amazing.To become conscious of something your self must die in order to replace the emptiness with knowledge,you must let the thing reveal itself.The same murder can reveal yourself the true meaning of life. The fascination of flesh is pretext for murder.You have to thrust the knife into one's flesh in order to see the blood gushing out.All those who carry themselves naked as for they need first to be discarded.Hot climate is favourable to do this.Once you take yourself to the temperate zone where people dress themselves ,the murder loses it's original attraction.This starts to put on more and more shades,seeks for motivation and justification.In other words catches reek of a corpse since the dead body begins to live in people's minds. The hygiene of your conscience:eat your victim.The savage person carries out the supreme justice,he is redeemed from the start if he eats his own family...later the hole tribe...and at last himself.Man duplicate in order to eat himself. A democratic society of man and his companionship makes killing more agreable.People that commit their right defense for their lives to some institutions.These ones have to die cause they are weak and the weakest ,the less advanced has to die.You do not kill one alike only from rivalry but the true and genuine right is upon the weak.Between those who excel the same skills wins the one who violate first the rule of the game. Any directive,any order is rejected.You have to do what your reason tells you to do and if you cannot see but murder you have to do it.The power to kill lies in you. -One murder only is allowed in today's society.Prepare yourself to eat your victim's flesh. -I don't like raw meat,it stinks from effort.On the other hand the vital organs are dainties.The fact that the brain cannot practice upon them any conscious control,leaves them masters on their own blind will. -Have you examined the brain further?

-A little.I found passion in killing. -It is tasty?I mean the brain. -Delicious.The finest meal. -You see,people don't turn it into good account.However it has a margin of danger. -How so? -It depends the brain you are eating.I'm taking delight in the thoughts of BaghavadGita,Coran and Bible.We share the same organs but not the same needs. Crime dichotomy We punish a murderer and not his deed which we stigmatize. Murder is not an injustice but an end.Injustices are always present crimes are not.What would happen if we punished crime in itself? A criminal once he committed his deed, cannot be alone anymore. There are no crimes but criminals. The real crime is carry out in silence.The fuss comes after it is discovered. Criminals are we all but only some of us carry out crimes. Crime is not only permissible but tolerated.The world describes it as horrible. Crimes are happening right before our eyes. The crime is always put on a price.In ancient times it was regarded as art. Crime is absent as long as the physique is lifeless. Murder is simultaneity both for the killed who is out of the word by the loss of his life and for the killer who is left out of the social order. Crime relate people's lives in absolute and contradictory terms: To kill or not kill. Rip tide You do it.Prove yourself that this land have never been christened.Take the knife and do it.All the evidence entitle me to say that the romanian people learned to live in a christian manner under all sorts of authorities.And when one of them becomes an authority he forgets what he has been learning ever since.So,why wait?You are one of them,an authority.You have the law on your side.I don't deserve the effort?I don't deserve to be called a romanian because I don't play after your rules?I'm not your accomplice.(Then happened the inevitable,he was stabbed in the stomach and died three hours later.Common destiny for all the romanians who tried to disobey the law,the authority.)Piteşti phenomenon. The prophet of culture The beginning is difficult,is looking to utter itself and comes to hide your uncovered being.You enter without wishing into the game of objects lost in a crystalline destiny.Here you will find comfort in a conflagration closed in itself. Your feelings will henceforth be subject to its rule and you will submit your faith to a living principle.This positioning will open your being to the strongest insights and you being eminently intuitive will be master of them without the least volitional effort.You will increase in geometric progression unable to reach an outer limit.Emasculate among the abstractions and closed between dogmas you will try to imitate life in bright colors and strong contrasts.You are in contradiction with yourself and the synthesis appears a lost wager.The record of history rises now in your consciousness,facts are set in order after the darkest predictions.The past has opened its doors for your understanding.Center.How to link your being to history,to do what you are responsible for?.Culture is alive in us and produces rules of behavior, the only thing it requires, from now on you have all the freedom to create culture.Is the maximum of freedom in the best possible world.

Versus I see people as tools available to serve those powerful in capital and information and people put in the service of the psycho-somatic truth disturbing their sleep alone in their search knowing too well that these truths are functional when you confront your life,mechanisms of self-defense and disenchantment.The rich are beyond exhibitionism through their feelings which are never ridiculous to them.The utopia of a perfect society that would overcome the fear of death through immortality awakens doubts about the complexity of the human personality.To reproduce indefinitely a character is simply impossible,the idealization of life lies in the human nature, when feelings rise to the rank of the absolute,this is not healthy but rather pathologically.Reality has inner degrees.People are more or less the product of their environment.What is real in us? Ideological insights Any idea is prophecy.With the industrial revolution people started to question the value of their work.This appeared to be unnecessary as long as it could be replaced by machines. But however unnecessary man gives value on his work.The paradox is that the working people seek continuity of their work while rejecting this lifestyle.Value of human labor is confirmed by the beneficiary through remuneration.This value is zero while the other works for himself.The working people foresaw the possibility of a bourgeois life put into the service of art.Permeated in politics,ideologies took shape.Socialism was born in opposition to the practice of laissez-faire,sprouted in people's minds as an alternative to capitalism. Prophets led by Marx indeed thought it would came a time when man's work,now unnecessary,would give birth to a new type of morality that will regulate social relations.Work only serves to maintain an austere moral dominated by the comfort of the rich.Exploiters lies could not last anymore. Literature of the time fed the childish imagination of those who thought that might live otherwise:a world free of debts and constraints, a world where morality supported by that 'I want what it must' was replaced by 'It must what I want'.The world entered an accelerated progress.Multiplied by the number of rights with every law, their word was even present in the evenings logs. Successful socialist revolution was happening, but somehow on the edge in Russia.The nationalization of properties by the state made to function in society a work ethic not far from the meaning of that nazi's"Arbeit Macht Frei'.Human time must be occupied with work.Intellectual work was regarded with contempt as long as it was understood as forming of individuality.Judging things after all these years of communism we see that people were left on their own,brotherhood between them but without God,with a lot of rights that created more obligations rather than freedoms, in other words forms without substance,poorer than before for money only gives you the freedom to fully exercise your rights (in God We Trust),the individualistic freedom of a life time, so it is healthy and morally,this mean all those who survived communism. For safety is found only in numbers and only human life is a measuring template starting with figure number one.Capitalism relates people's lives to the scale value of money. But we have to stay away from criticism of the world today who has internalized a permanent change,a state of affairs that no longer has grounds to move forward,in which the success or failure of disseminate ideas at a time after being put into practice,criticism cannot reach deep phenomena lacking time to settle into the public consciousness,everything is like the wave - the whirlwind in the people's absent lives. About work Work whether physical, rough or in their modern forms in a specialized office is provided today with a dignity unknown to the slaves in the ancient world whether you run quick to get rich, whether you intended to integrate socially in a group that shares your

ideals , house, car, bank account, holidays.As much as people lie to themselves that they are doing what they have always wanted in life, nobody loves to work.And there is nothing to like a legitimately lost time in the service as long as it is recognized and accepted as a supply agreement of services.Self-abnegation or self-alienation are nowadays valued as virtues.What lies behind this self more or less present in people's lives,is a must so perverted by the Christian morality to put people to work.Relating with people like you by helping you with money, work is a little more tolerable, is what softens the bitter sense you have when your inside knows what freedom you sacrifice to become your own master.And is a good thing to want to be someone in life, a kind of independent being which is the top level that a Christian soul more or less authentic can access.You can be painted on the inside with envy, guilt, resentment or any other feelings that can not be expressed,this type of character approaching yourself to the slaves in the ancient world which did not know the Christian happiness of selfsacrifice.Give him as a gift for which you are not worthy,where to find this nobility of mind? Work goes from slave to Christian knowingly, taming their spirits with an animated beyond indefinitely known. Work sends the evil spirit away, its why Jesus himself surrounded himself with stubborn disciples.Love at the early Christians does not imply servility like the subsequent derivatives of it that have changed from the ground a world in which today obedience is valued in proportion to the authority of the owner.This master has two faces, money and soul and is duplicitous when he loves both of them.His love is nothing but self-alienation that seeks to draw profit from their sale. The spiritual wounds a Christian suffers in its most spiritualized form which believes to work for humanity,this indefinitely intellectual without ends isn't the most sublime formula of a Christian life, that humanitarian ideal, life in the service of others in need as long as we define it as a suffering that corrupts our feelings.Their Christian suffering we see is without shame, they feel duty to help the suffering.This way the work-setting in motion the wheel of Christianity morality is articulate.I wonder when I see in the streets so much diversity in expression, one is better dressed, another worse,one is up in May agile, another beat him on the spot, all of them looking away from the essence of life itself which is the unequality of chances.Once you accessed this truth you'll know how to fight for every moment of your life and not to work it until exhaustion. About agitators People are held accountable for their doings by the law in the world's order.Their discernment is the reference point that place them in the world either as agitators or as political leaders. In terms of understanding of why and how with agitators diplomacy cannot negotiate,cannot find a common ground with their idealism which flammable,that's why they are quickly removed from the world's affairs. They become legendary figures in death or revolutionary effigies on shirts or tattoos.Among them the best known is Che Guevara. If there is something you should not touch however outraged you are that it is the state policy. As for the other political leaders, they continue the tradition of the state and promote a system based on sovereign states,keeping discretion in the directions they impose their own state whether that one wants to become the hegemon of the system and is expected to destabilize the international system of states by changing the ratio of the forces in favor of one or another who wants his own supremacy. These leaders opposed to political agitators take risks in their rational decisions, however these ones come in contradiction with international law provisions. Among states that wanted a self-determination beyond national borders by integrating all of the same language speakers were dictatorial states. These countries have been tolerated by the international institutions in their desire or steps toward an

entire completion. The emergence of leaders dictators in these countries was not a threat to international law, these dictators were judged mostly by their own people.The internal affairs of a state are rarely matter to foreign affairs,state sovereignty is respected, and therefore dictators lose power so easily as a result of and on a background of popular discontent not even bringing the tyrant the blame for the systematic genocide that subject its own population.Ceausescu wasn't shot and send the death for the death of hundreds of thousands of romanians, this indictment was missing in the charges that had been brought to him in the so-called legal process.The post tyrant era attempted at the laundering of the national shame by the obloquy of the crimes of Communism, meeting during which the matter sprang at the surface as an outlet of all those years in which we lived in a deliberate terror.The victims of communism finally gained a voice in the state and was recognized as entitled internally. When crimes happen to your home and don't cross the national borders, when they become unbearable for their national prosperity all the blame for this falls on the head dictator and a scapegoat is found in his person.When genocide is happening in the state but against non-majority populations such as ethnic cleansing, these cases are subject to human rights and international organizations notify themselves under this law states and intervene against Yugoslavia, Afghanistan, Iraq or African countries. Leaders who are guilty of this genocide typically receive the death penalty by hanging. Extermination of a race was brought to a climax during the Nazi regime but is far from an original solution, genocide was known in history and defined as a safety measure to its own people . Agitators present in history raised their voice against a healthy state that respected private property along with a free market, proclaiming a kind of anarchy that however brilliant would be its mirage, no one actually wanted it.In fact it's the most comfortable solution for those who have nothing personal on this earth, having no power to abstain themselves,recognizing no authority but their own.They desperately are seeking recognition for their instincts that ravage their beings often in conflict with the christian moral.Agitators will be successful in a supra-state institution that will fit together with their hottest aspirations of idealism that inflame the masses.Till to a new super-state order there will be nothing new under the sun and the worlds beyond will be severely punished if not by the church by those who don't have the needful quality throughout the Platonic conceptual props,but still master the earth.Cause they master it with good faith and with good reason. Universal laws Everything that doesn't submit to a law or a behaviour,that happens without being comprised in a stylistic formula is more than unknown,is barbarism,boorishness,anarchy.Wasn't good enough a cosmic order?What good imposed the man his law in the universe to?I'm terrified at the idea of a rationalized univers of man that I know it must be maintained and charged for the comfort we need so much in our lives.Social rationalization is expensive. The universe isn't that organized as our mind wants to believe.All we can do is to apply logic to fiction,to find a reason of a reality beyond our undestanding.Let's not forget:man wasn't made to go into space neither to fly but this doesn't prevent us to imagine him doing such things.What is the reality behind it?Can he understand what he just did? Same story since the discovery of the wheel.Inventions need control.And control is not a conscient one. -Centralized you want to say.We see only what we want to see.The eyes are easily perverted. -The universe is not expanding.In expansion is our mind at times.Easily enters in

regression. The possibility that an event to occur is contained a priori in its meaning. Christian message Knowledge that turns into power and not into contemplation: this is the cause of the man's doom.Where to hide to achieve your ideal human condition? With whom I compare myself? I want to be rewarded accordingly to my penance.If there is a God Almighty he speaks of reckoning.So speaks pride in man. What's the holy ground? A distinction that I can not understand it. Only in the areas of life which people do not master they appeal to a higher power. It's pure madness, not to accompany man when danger lurks at every step.Go with God,they say,but from the first steps you took you realize you are more alone than ever.You are at his mercy. It is useless to change or amend a claim of universality to maintain a dogma, to be believed in.At least for a few centuries. What do we do with those persist in the genuine truth? The truth embodied in the person of Jesus Christ. Let them follow Him,they are to no use. But how can you call the faithful to Mass if this doesn't explains the history and the current meaning of life? Let them explain what the first Christians did two thousand years ago? Schould they be teach the lesson of history?The message isn't an ecumenical one? Children are innocent, teenagers rebellious, young people trying to become something in life.Why don't we show them a moral conduct, to ensure ourselves on behalf of their future.Because you cannot educate a child with holy spirit, you can not correct a teenager with holy spirit, you can not quell the passions of a young man with the holy spirit. We aren't born Christs or the Holy Mothers.We are impure, full of desires, we want much more from us.I believe only in a religion that would change the course of birth on this earth. It will come! What may come?Something alien of my understanding? Aliens? Little Green Men?The Christian values which nobody has instilled in our childhood we recognize them much later as authentics. Failures The world is not conditioned by our intelligence.The objective attitude is a series of failures in comparison with a subjective categorical imperative. We want to overcome at all cost the unpleasing for only faith can help you.But the pain is enough for me and I seek it as long as it provides me the feeling of completion. The soul should be abandoned as a heavy and obscure reality.As if a woman it gives birth by friction with the outer world at too little beauty. Christian antagonism Christendom has no way to pass into oblivion Nero,the roman emperor identified with the Antichrist,for what else but his excesses excel any imagination and Christians feared for their lives.But put in the balance, Jesus Christ and Nero do embody opposite poles? Nero never gives up,nor before his enemies nor his friends.Hardly he lets discern weaknesses.Jesus has moments of doubt in the garden of Gethsemane:let this cup pass from me. Nero is always present in the case, Jesus is absent. Nero describes himself,defines his identity immediately in any situation where it is placed,prompting his

enemies to go to extreme measures.Jesus lets room to his judgement the heart of every man.Judging by how the two deaths happened,we are faced with two antigonist characters: Jesus refuses to condemn, to appoint, with one exception, that when asked if King of the Jews,he says yes,therefore he is impugned by the Romans as mob shaker, the only fault that could be brought to him.The mockery that followed and the presence of Jesus in the situation round and deep the guilt of Jews who sold it and of the Romanians who crucified him.The calm before the execution of Jesus contrasts with hesitation and nervousness in front of Nero's death. Jesus hastened the end by his responses, Nero tried to avoid it.Caiaphas tore his clothes because he had still other lines of shirts,not because God is more than one and that his son speaks to him face to face.This wasn't to hear even the great Caiaphas.Sent to Pilate, the situation becomes circus,so tasted by the Romans,who put in scene a crucifixion,one like any other as long as from the sky does not fall no angel and everything ends in a new beginning: the cornerstone of the church.From centuries preach the Gospel and says to follow Christ,really?,no,but guided by the head priest for the church welfare. For what you thought? It is all about influence and power,not in their raw state, even barbarians were educated in Rome before conquering it, but of course the power to forgive for a tax called an afterworld tax, because every man has is a property to be taxed. Nothing circumvent the law (Moses was not even Jew by birth but was adopted by the Hebrew people for the merit of emancipation,so it is worn above in the heart of Hebrews than Jesus who came to emancipate them from sin.) Fake memory Often memory play tricks on us.How can we alter this original reality? The answer doesn't come with age: memory is a fake. Responsible for memory storage is a protein that serves as a monad that does not allow exchanges with the outside nor inside it.But how can be possible memory then? The anatomy gives us the answers.The access to the original memory is impossible as long as over the protein that stores it grow more than one polyp acquiring the same memory function,thus generated by the original.The difference between the protein that stores the original and the polyp protein is one of accessibility.The access to memory is blocked by parasitic excrescences that feed with the same truth.The proteic nature of polyps give rise to confusion, ie disease.We progress in sickness from the moment we are born.Diseases are contagious, whether is about the assimilation of a language or a simple measles. Memory is an imperfect copy of our feelings.In memory man leaves behind a life other than the actually lived one.The cloning of memory is impossible. Memory is the wit's desease.People that talk too much are the most sick people. Paradigms Limitation,the intuition that we are finite beings is the synthesis that makes possible the becoming.It is now that our being open itself to the outer world and it gives birth to the famous I whom made career as philosophers so many with.They found their vocation as apostles of a new truth.Cogito ergo sum:this is how modernity opens its speech.The new religion is grounded.Men have finally opened their eyes and it will pass a long time till psycho-analysis will force us to close them back. Historic periods are closed entities.You cannot conceive a ceaseless progress of mankind,you cannot tell that the world today is better that the one yesterday.Beethoven is not superior to Mozart,Masaccio's frescoes to Michelangelo's.Our intellectual options frame many times the fashion in that matter.What is gained and what is lost?If the substance hides from our sight than the substance is empty.

Christian incidence I knew a man once who did not understand the others doings by cause of a biological deficiency and not by education,as he went to school with many others.One day he told me: the directions are not opposable,there are ways that tend in themselves with such passion that space makes room for them and becomes itself one direction.Can you conceive an act whose motivation is given to you alone? once asked me.Motivation is entirely Christian, I rushed to answer him.Better said,external motivation, is a sign that one is a good christian.Everything you conceive beyond that is simple paganism.This does't stop neither here,nor everywhere.You have to remember, if answers were not given to you until now,you can no longer find them says to us a so called religious science.Among the tens,thousands of explanations which opens to him a Gentile,Christians don't believe any of them possible and even more unnecessary for understanding.Christianity puts an end to reason, everything is set up on a static land that doesn't support the becoming.Christianity doesn't bear life on this earth,he ended his argument. If the other is always present in your consciousness this is the proof you're a good Christian, even if you do not know it and think of you a bit more special which is not the case by virtue of your servitude to the other.People relate their lives through social constructs:love, charity compassion, sympathy,their function in a society is to produce a rapprochement between your fellows.These are valued in terms of time and is interesting to note how some build their lives on these christian constructs.By giving up to these constructs, human life would be tasteless,without one God but with so many others.But how to give up reasons,the reason of being?Then the orangutan is deeply Christian, having a single motivation, but it is not disturbed by sin,or by the collective guilt and he experience no fear that he will be judged. Follow your heart says to us a christian teaching.Christianity answers this call and places the human soul in face of a choice of the heart and this in its most pure delight is called prayer.Some fellow men answer this call and become saints, others lock their hearts and become atheists.Anyway this is a matter of discretion, if not of nuance. The law says:do not kill! But I tell you: how did the one who gave this law survive his legal act? And another thing: before that law there had been a forensic phenomenon of such a magnitude as to justify its incidence under such a law? Were there in addition to cities of Sodom and Gomorrah cities where the inhabitans were besides homosexuals and villains? Didn't sex sober their criminal tendencies? As if people before this law would have killed each other for nothing.Hard to believe believe.This Act shall have been given by someone without fear of God: a gay or a woman or if it is to be politically correct a transexual.Anyway this law is against everything that is noble in man.The identity of the other is recognized and linked to me in the negative,it sends me shivers of murderer.This law cancels any presumption of humanity.After it people have ceased to exist. Who takes such a decision, to kill a fellow man,must go through several preparatory stages,at least in theory that if they do not kill in cold blood or under an emotional distress,jealousy,passion,wounded pride,or whatever they call all those feelings that make a man slave of his instincts,a pariah as the Brahmans called all those who they weren't allowed to touch. When your space is unbreathable with the other you need to make room for yourself.Here Christian morality cannot stop you,because the whole thing depends on your bodily and mental hygiene, is simply a cleaning job.Among everything that generates these hostile feelings towards your fellow man,vengeance,ill blood,envy is at the origin a vile and abject soul.Revenge is useless tells us a Buddhist teaching that

cannot relate anymore the other with his own contemplative being. About gods The times when Gods descended amidst humans are long gone.They have no longer place in our culture. Humans are no longer loved by gods that why we dropped out their protection.They brought with their presence too many complications and people cannot live without love. You cannot escape their revenge once you violated the mount Olympus rules. I was wronged by gods with the burden of this body.Them I will try today to defeat.There is no sense they cannot shape it,but what can they do to me when there is no humbling remained unknown to me nor injustice experienced only the lightening of Zeus to hurt me.And this is how I will get my immortality. I'm exiled by the gods to freeze for many centuries and nor there is a day comming when I could resurrect.That I'm the great Provident. It seems from this frozen peak I'm exiled that everything is source of tragedy. Prometheus deserves his fate.Fire gave birth to corruption,vice and convention unknown to man till then.Prometheus fate is fair. Sisyphus doesn't get older.He doesn't become but is.Always the same he doesn't experience the light,the being. The clash

Days black as coal go by what's left of George’s being. At the end of the road he glimpsed great deeds that will never define him as a human. Now he stands alone, lost among words he no longer find their thread of inner development, that internal need that puts together your thoughts,like the natural gathering of musical notes on paper that describes the symphonic labor of a composer.His composition doesn’t succeed to him anymore. Destiny sang to him the last note,the glorious ending of a life that failed to take in possession the world. And yet, his old body, disgusted by the all worldly still feels life and is determined not to surrender to death,to try once again the power that gives you the science of a personal thought, a last dignity that needs to access. For there in his cave, he feels himself safe from any conceptual danger . He learned in time to guard himself from all those logical fantasies behind of all those processes of a mechanical mind for whom life is nothing but a physical support for the impotency. The symbols of the art of life that he learned in time rise sometimes as contained in a vacuum where rays of light shine over his work. Now his journey begins , a certain way into loneliness that he must walk alone in the vault of those morphological guts. For in these the taste for life changes into an insult to an absolute of a life lost in its search. All those who have always proceeded to the longest of journeys have broken their souls from everything they once loved before they glimpse after the first steps alone a rupture with the world,with the threads that relates you predetermined with any creature. The old man did not seek taking this road in any way to bring about changes in a new identity which may keep with the world deterministic links between his self and the essence of this world. The stake of the game was not far from the

knowledge of the world. He found beyond the most common reasons small oasis of peace, true springs of life in the middle of the desert of Christian feelings. He taught himself how to cut the root of these feelings of gratitude felt in the helping of the person next to you by an act of defiance against a God master of the eternal.Rising to the master’s height of his mind, he entered the abode of the god threatening his existence A fierce battle between the two started out on the field of consciousness that placed itself in the world. God's fury was unleashed on George, a plague was cast upon the ships sent in recognition. When you abandon your own being you open yourself to a land where only gods can walk. George also did not budge from the irritation in confronting the bad weather. This could not move his self from himself, here lightnings failed to determine him to abandon his self, to take him out of himself.The one they were fighting against was for both the creation of another, they couldn’t exist only in contradiction. Only thus could arise that coveted consciousness that encompassed absolutely both his self and world.The enigma could not be resolved as long as they didn’t know who put the ego in the world.The clenching which was placed in the world,on the land of the moral conscience had as stake of the game its very existence. George was the first that made the first move by placing in the world all his knowledge of himself and thus creating a mirror of himself. God answered his boldness with such a fury that his lightning shattered the mirror.The day was young over the world and George received the sign of the new dawn as a confirmation of his spiritual awakening. In the light of this day he will try to take possession of the world. The awakening of the organic sounded of prophecy when George decided to throw in the game his soul. It was the biggest stake he could bet in existence. To balance the weight the god put his lineage, his secret abode from which he proceeds into the world.The consciousness was already foreshadowed for whom would take hold of it. The report that accompanied it was the big win from which the one who would draw near it would be from now on accountable only to itself. The two were thrown into the midst of the game without knowing what is called home, that paradox being that George's self on one hand and the deity on the other, however it seemed that they were owned,in fact they were actually blind possessions, natural and necessary. The rising of these at a rank of awareness would change the world from the ground because once they become aware of the power they may exert on one another they will accede the free will,they will need to overcome the necessity that accompanied the divine self or nature. They both foresaw the possible of a new existence complied to a new duty towards himself in George’s case or a conceptual purity of the god, these two great adversaries on the field of consciousness would access the world through this. If both opponents so far mastered their inner worlds without notice,the consciousness will cancel the uniqueness of

their identity by confronting the world of life. George was facing total abandoning of himself while for the god the giving up to his nature. The two will set humanity through consciousness. Only one will get access to it, the other will perish. Those who will choose him to lead their destinies will be the inspired ones. People will always make the choice,they will choose what is right, beautiful and true. These qualities George was carrying in his heart. With an unimaginable candor people shared these gifts,approaching the spiritual nobility of George thus entering the world among them, in their consciousness. In turn the forgotten god unleashed in this world that refused him and recognized George as one of them, unseen plagues. They have eroded time for a while to go then in non-existence, people canceling its steadfastness in this world, divine nature remained hidden forever to them as they have chosen not to know his lineage. People said their last word, the facts of consciousness were given only to those with human nature. George entered the world aware of his place in it while God remained suspended in an outdated time in which found refuge. The metamorphosis of the two has happened after clenching in the field of consciousness, where the facts remain written in time. George became the child learning to take the first steps once surrounded by the love of his followers as long as for the God whose consciousness was denied,he withdrawn himself in his dwelling worn out by now and forgotten, wandering among the constellations of the blue sky in search of identity. Nobody even recognized his incarnation in this world that revolved around now before George's conscience. The infant's dream This dream follows me everytime I open my eyes in the morning.I saw the bird men whom flesh had grown in pustules not in fibers like ordinary.I remembered that with this occasion they had the privilege to walk the streets of the town.Imagine them dressed up in all sorts of fabrics in order to disguise their ugliness.The sight gave me such delight,the clear measure of my colorful being,the beauty behind my sanity. -Did you really need this? -Yes,because we forget at once:salvation is not the purpose of life.That's why there is a single Mesia.Someone had to do this. -Then which criteria are we going to adopt to distinguish between valid and disabled behaviour norms?The other one?What if the other one is a bird-man? -Do you think that the bird-men suffer? -I don't know.All I can tell is that their sufferings have no meaning.In suffering you seek no sense,no vain hope. Marmeladov is an indifferent character who seeks misery in drinking habits.He is consumed by his passion for alcohol.If you finally get to love your desire and not its subject it is for the effort of your will is too big.The other worths no effort. -It destroys him.Marmeladov is justified by his passion.Passion for tears. -Yes,he is a defeated character.What a bitter victory!You gnash your teeth ... you let her escape to you.And you strive for her cause it is now more real to imaginary. -You want to suffer,your pain increases continuous for in suffering grows the truth.And these are unsurpassed truths, to whom you fall on your knees.Now being out to light the

vanity of life and genuine wickedness.Tell me: you want your hands together in prayer,don't you? -What I would give to be able cry.Only once. -Crying is too insignificant.It helps to overcome the pain,so much.The one who keeps optimism in his thoughts can keep an untainted soul and can cry.He is an aesthetical being that exceeds any disappointment.However unfortunate,people choose to remain in the world. -We want to overcome at any cost the unpleasant states.Cause only faith helps you to overcome the inner fatalism.But pain is sufficient for me.Now and here are beyond recognition.It is all I have. -The memory of christianity in a man never dies.Saviors were making history but they didn't come forth to fulfil a tradition, to complete a law.History changed after them. -The dream continues with the descent of the bird-men.This unwanted child, cursed in this world whose coming was accidental.That's why you must hate God as long as you bear your parents.An ugly crime happened or one of revenge, justified or not,cannot resist to this moral crime.These antagonistic principles are governing the world. -I didn't fully understand you.What is your moral crime? -This child. The cursed ghost Passed into oblivion among the dead of yore with whom shares the same fate, the ghost of George showed itself too lazy to actually scare someone.It was so stinking sluggard that even could not materialize too well being almost invisible to the naked eye.Only those who feared intensely at the close proximity to land creatures could feel its sudden presence.All at once and without being necessarry the ghost caught unsuspected powers and took compassion on her master to roam the world and as many haunted houses as countless.He spent many years in exile and decided to return to his home town driven by nostalgia.It had better days as he remembered when he frightened fellow ghosts but now the children threw stones at her and their parents mumbled curses when they caught her sneaking into their houses.The clatter of the streets took place the silence of the tomb at the night fall.The phantom found refuge in the cold luxury of the cemetery.The cold marble refreshed the tired presence of the ghost in the world.Every morning the fog modeled things like phantoms and the strange shapes made her less alone in the world.The moment it entered the world was stuck in time and wasn't progressing.After a while in which the ghost reflected upon its condition,discovered what a conscience was.Everything lasted only a few moments sufficient for the ghost to understand its condition, that carried a terrible curse: George was a suicide! The truth confesor -The way you chose was not at all an easy one.You named things that weren't there and grammar didn't teach you that they have different uses but that one name is not what it seems and never the same.The thing remains the same.You explored the possibility of things.You declined nouns from the pleasure to decline them, to feel in control once their possibility was accomplished.Your favorite case is the dative.You observed the motion.Then you switched to logic. -I had made the transition before.Here I hit a wall, but I climbed it.I was finally alone.Alone with the world. -The world is everything and nothing.The truth is about in the middle and looks down at us into emptiness. -Listen to me, the verb can't be yours.

-My thinking has become redundant,it loses meaning, significance. -Be careful, don't say that to anyone who isn't the same origin (virtue) with you.You may offend the common sense of the most gullible people who think. -Why must we seek the cause of any thing?This truth has no an explanation, it is our own. -The speech of the most entitled ones causes differences, both quantitative and qualitative, and then with the cultural reference, they are in a strong position, full of conviction.I conceive a speech broken from tradition, without believing the truth you speak about. -You attempt to correct speech errors of reasoning, the differences that it produces.Your truth isn't born from contradictions that's why it has no history. -There is no truth.Being alive I'm more fond of error. Cold attachment The essence of evil lies in the presence in your conscience of the other.The love for the other is the cause of all crimes and atrocities when life that says yes to all,when you have to obey the other and you don't want to,when the other rapes your conscience more than once then you begin to hate him the most.Without judgement life is the same as a blind faith.Here life and faith are one,if you choose to be an idiot,a whore that spreads her legs for anybody.On the other hand if you choose to follow only yourself you'll understand that hate make you excell yourself in the past and that can help you now.Hate is always present,evil is not.Evil is deeply rooted in us and exercise over us a magical power.It's possible for us to do evil deeds and we wait too much to carry them out.Evil is not to be found in the world.It must be created every time.It's up to you to choose this path. Stop! Do not talk to me about this love and hate dialectics. I conclude the following: the cause of the moral conscience is a far greater love from your parents in your childhood when you begin to develop concepts about the surrounding world. Maybe that is not the mother's love that counts but the child's response to it.The range of externalized feelings at a child is wider than at any beast.He sees beyond this only love he is surrounded with by his parents into the abyss of desires.If a child bites his mother's nipples he will desire later in his life to be a martyr. As children you conceive hate only as exceeding one's authority,of your parents.Later in life you'll understand that you can't stay regardless anymore and that your boldness will be discharged with blood,you will take this risk.If hate remains designed on the outside it's no good.Hate must be brought into sensory.Only this way you can get over the pain your neighbour induces to you and for which is responsable,in other words the other must cease to exist in order your bad conscience to appear and to develop.It's the only way you can retain your dignity,a clean conscience.Otherwise evil will happen and you will celebrate the failure of your life.The trick in life,you will understand at some point is that you have to bear the other,even if you caged him with hatred,but never doing him any harm.This pleasure only you have to experiece all by yourself even in his presence.This is what I call cold detachment. What purpose has my existence if I can't be like a sun?To give light to the darkest parts of my conscience,to shine like the scales of a dragon in the sun.To command me:I want! Yes,take a look at me and fulfill your will.This is what I call hot attachment. I respect what you are. The other is me,it must be me because I can look into his eyes and see myself in them like in a mirror.It is in that moments of tension that my conscience splits violent into many

me.The measure of my identity is given now by the extent of my alterity.The sacredness of this document lies in the fact that I stretch myself as a God in this world.And love made this possible.This is the same love you think a cunning.God is small,weak as I but He can not be above me or below me his. Come on, hit me if you can .The herd doesn't know how to rise above prejudice.Can you respect me now? That's is enough.Choose your weapons: logic or semantics? Logic is transcendental,we don't want to fall under the abstract illusion of facts..Let's find God beyond logic down into the market and see if they will listen to you. This means that they will embrace me as their God if I burst with wisdom among them? Yes, these people down there don't have an authority,except maybe money that's why they will hit you as hard as the can.They are actually your image in a mirror.I think that you won't get hurt when they will spit you?Their mockery will wound your great pride,that's all. Why they won't see the face of God in me when I will walk amongs them? No,because you carry the face of evil,and they know cause they can see you.Being two faces you mislead the others,they don't know what to think of you,who you are,where you come from,what to expect from you.You are at times human only with yourself and this scares the hell out of me. You're wrong,the flock needs a shepherd.Their salvation lies in the embodiment of a sovereign. Man has no limits.In your salvation,in your embodiment of hatred towards them?Why don't you ask God to take away all your pain? Because when I experience pain the essence of the world is revealed.But even my suffering assumes a polarity subject-object,myself and world,you, for in the end when the pain is gone the subject remains all alone because time heals the wounds and leaves behind a conscious self present not in reality but in his own and pain starts again in a never-ending return of the self-same.As the old saw has it that with age you become wise.It is written in your genetic code that at some point in time,in a distant future you will gain wisdom which is not an outcome of your aging.Therefore 'being a God' is the expression of a certain age that doesn't have the organic(vital) as a reference point in the becoming.Now you see,this is what keeps me free from desires.I desire pain as much as you do,yet pain keeps me alive,is what makes me human. Prepare,they will give your desire a name. I was no stranger to desires and yet I rejected them as principles of death in the becoming.The one who handed my such gifts knew how much I worthed.But this was a path without an end or finality.Seldom I regret I didn't let myself depraved by the world.I would have grown wise. That's why you understand them better than me and you keep away from them.You were there at the heart of it. What if instinct they imagined of me ought to be satisfied in reality? That is the moment they all have been expected,the moment they will make mince meat of you. And why is that? You desire what they can't,you dream at things when their dream of the other ends. Far too simple. Attention and obsession The focus or the attention is a volitional process which I achieve through an exclusive concentration on the object usually accompanied by emotional trouble.The focus itself without the support of my will and in absence of a object I call it attention in itself.My

definition of this state of mind is close to a state of nervous strain in which you feel your head so heavy as a cannon ball.Without the smallest effort you feel how the tension grows beyond your power to control it to the limit the unity of your conscience splits so violent spreading the sensation of cleaving all over your body.This happens to me whenever I listen to Bach.Half of me paralyses. The nervous strain express conscious new dimensions in full process of unification,making actual contents you thought you never experienced them and so giving to you new revalued meanings.There,in my head is taking place a differentiation of my entire ontological experience.The value criterion is that of the will of power or impersonality which is thinking's intrinsic value.The whole process aims at knitting together a powerful personality guided by the apolinic instinct.I don't linger much in his grace cause Dionyssos sparks insanity in me.The stronger this sadistic desire of dehumanization is the more the outburst of love in my chest aims at universality. The obsession is nothing more than an adaptation process,a compensation of a deficit as a result of a lack of balance.It takes place when I reach heights of abstractions,when the movement of concepts ceases,when my thinking verb freezes in the Plato's ideas sphere.Obsession is a fixed ideea with a highly instability that occures in conscience with an annoying intermittence over it's capacities to comprise it.The obsession restores the thinking mobility,it's game.Madness brings me down to Earth.Eveything strives for unity,ideea,God.Then I realize the impossibility of the thinking to remain suspended in the concepts realm,to achieve its ideal condition. Living in the objective world,the blinding identification with its object when thinking clarifies and reaches an absolute purity of the concept.But the transference of all the subjective contents in the object of thinking amplifies the vulnerability of the subject in front of the world as long as you can't objectify the anxiety which associates and maintains a state of cortical alert due to the mean need of self security.Fear brings you in yourself,it gives value to your own skin. Attention and obsession,in other words two emotions which accompany you next in the male or female presence.If the presence of a female produces you pleasure which springs from the disregarding of her as a potential threat to your bodily integrity,in the presence of a male you rally all the efforts you are capable of to reject him.These emotions are sexual as long as the relation subject-object isn't adulterated.The sexual identity that stands beyond these emotions is homosexual at both men and women. Incursion in aesthetics We recognize two genesis of the artistic feeling of the Creator who on the one hand tends to his own stylistic formula,to enrich his vision with new contact lenses and the other artist, his image in the mirror, whose art is born from the pain of the senses and has commonly higher value for the other all-knowing eye in madness of childbirth that includes both. The art genesis from pain is based on an optical distortion caused by the consumption of life without measure.And no matter how they will try to correct this vision,they will haze it to blindness until it becomes unrecognizable in terms of life, affirming the hidden desire to hallucinate. Art full of life and color is infinite and without value, the latter catch configuration as the artistic instinct decays into strange shapes increasingly betraying the artist's misery and damnation.Here he finds his singularity and refuge. The pain of an artist's senses is betrayed by the finality of his art.The more he tends to perfection, the more acutely he reveals his suffering. We see Leonardo DaVinci there,as

the absolute master of the composition which it has acquired. The nerve of an artist like van Gogh's is shaken by the conscience of the vital imperfections,by passing it too quickly into oblivion.The impressionist moment must be caught and immortalized in the becoming.And I wonder whether artists were so powerful to create from pain? One of them is definitely Dali.His personality works towards the self-destruction of the conscient forms of perception.Here,in his paintings, time melts into painful lengths giving consistency to the end. Art and artists Make the illusion of truth your conscience drug.Get enthusiastic in front of a fancy truth in which to believe with all your being.Put this truth beyond yourself.Life and dream will blend together.Start doing art.Live under this spell.Art falls easily under judgements that aim to universality and impartiality.So is the madness.To see the world through the eye of the unity.Take a look at Cezanne.There you have the splendor of the world and yet your eye cannot enjoy it due to your intelligible approximation.Art cannot be regarded with irony. I cannot understand where the artists take their strength from to produce a work of art.They believe with all their strength in these aberrations,in these fundamental errors of the mind for in the thin to transparent reality they create you can't find any truth and the stylistic truths are just frames of execution. The sadness will last forever (van Gogh).His paintings are ecstasies of colour,his own drugs. The artists take reality into possession.For this only we judge them,for allowing themselves too much freedom. If you work at becoming an artist you will know the hardness of your choice.The act itself won't give you any pleasure,you will find it only in its finality.For a true artist the moment is present and it makes him glad,your happiness in completion of a work of art will vanquish as the fresh smell of a pair of socks worn out. Today artists keep with their teeth on their copyright.They throw it in your face.How can you judge them? My identity High-minded I look into the future Without a center I'm everything and nothing Centers all around me thinking of alterity I stretch myself to infinity. The fruits of freedom Did anyone stated his freedom to be complete or in other words was he allowed an absolute freedom? The experiences of freedom in my childhood are unapproachable.The reflection over the act itself is impossible.Freedom is to be lived forward in life and not backwards. Once you have tasted the fruit of freedom... Isn't this what you wanted:the flight,its ease and light.Why do you find it hard to fly among people?(Bang,a gunshot is heard) Some actions are sacred,you don't have the right to interrupt them. What purpose has my existence if I can't be like a sun?To give light to the darkest parts of my conscience,to shine like the scales of a dragon in the sun.To command me:I want! Yes,take a look at me and fulfill your will.(He dies)

Replacement

Life is a spice to season our taste for metaphysical absolutes.Its strength is quickly absorbed being the most soluble of moral forces.The organic support has never raised objections while life tends to overcome its functional barriers, and thus the historical becoming synthesis takes place.Here, in these moments space appropriates the attributes of consciousness that underlie the reality of a world that has lost its faith in a self-defined spatial-temporal coordinates of dependence with this world.The relation between itself and the world is now tautological, however rejects any synthetic determination.And yet the synthetic as long as it is recognized as absolute difference arising from oppositions, is now totally absorbed. When every touch of your hand turns burning, when your body is an open wound and the pain you suffer grows stronger whenever you lift your bloody eyes from this earth to the stars in the sky in the absurd hope that you can approach some of its attributes then you know you can't cherish every second of your life which is closer to recognition of the earth worms than the sun.Absorbing the sun to redundancy until you equate the brightness of the sun with the willed opacity of his rays on my retina. And now the dreaming starts. Once acquired the solar attributes, with my eyes torn apart by its rays, I sink in a sea of pain when all of the dragon scales of my cold skin start to glow until everything I hide from the world from a fear of identity with it which doesn't even recognize my presence in it, absurd thinking of being made of a material other than all the other men, a metaphysical material that is the only thing I'm not ashamed of , now I can yell: I'm all alone!. And I followed my footsteps, I started with this, then I looked for its valences and they fit with what I wanted, they were having a chemical reaction between them assisted by my basic blind will, emotionally heavy from as many as cumbersome I put on its back,I did all this for my goal to come true: to move my being towards the light.It was the part of the world in all respects perfect, aesthetically successful and morally good.This was how the new world I asked you to show me looked like,the image of a debt according to the freedom intrinsic to myself. The question marks felt on the ground alive as overripe fruits. I sat coiled in the tree of knowledge in the garden of heaven inspired by the two lovers. Watching them I realized that love in its essence takes you to paradise. There are no fights only temptations. The reality is conflictual everywhere, even in paradise. Nowhere on this earth you can rest your head weary of so many absurd questions about the creation of the beholder. But you cannot either abort the being as long as you are placed in it. This is what defines us as humans. We can never be complete as we keep the memory of the paradise,of the metaphysical revolt. Sexless liberty and ego

Sitting all alone in this hotel room thinking at her.I draw a sign with my hand.This brings me closer to her. -Come here! Don't try to hide.I want to see your naked body.I have been waiting this moment all this afternoon.My excitement grew stronger with every second in your expectation. -You know that I don't want you.You are repulsive.And how dare you harass me.Don't you have any left shame? -My dear,I'm not here to steal your kisses.You know I will go from one end to the other with you. -You don't scare me with your abusive words.You want me to be completely yours that every cell in my body to cry for you as a children choir:I want you!Yes,I want you as repulsive as you come into my sight,i want you for all the pain of my senses when I'm with you,for every humiliation of my being,for all my weakness that never touched a human string in you.You are nothing but a beast,and I like you as you are. -Stop flattering me,you make me blush.I don't possess as you imagined of me a monstrous ego.Fall into my arms,to embrace you in this waste land of feelings we have been exiled both by the human race.It's just us,an Adam and Eve,who bear the longing of paradise,destitute of freedom and inhibited by feelings.We are sick,don't you realize? Your teeth hurt,my head ache.We are both cold,you frigid,me impotent.We have been looking for a sexual identity for too long and among too many till our libido died away.Nothing excites us anymore.Everything it's barren,flat,sex is absent in conversation with you.We are just two sexless beings who ask themselves why sex divided itself in two.The dependence upon the other is really an evolution?To name the need of the other,to have to become aware of the absence or desire,to live under the necessity burden.This sounds more like an involution.To what purpose sex came off into two sexes?Isn't it harder to have the responsibility for sex of the other on your head? Evolution made infinitely difficult our existence,diversified without taking into consideration our needs.The other is responsible for our sexual pleasure?We are deprived of the power to dispose freely of the other whenever our sexual need asks us. -I no longer need other human beings,I'm self sufficient.I carry in me a simple desire which I satisfy in the limits of my being.I'm self sufficient.All these words,selfsufficient,superabundance,try to reproduce an existence closed in itself to a high degree contemplative given the fact that the relationship between me and the world has been suspended by virtue of an impossible:the reality.I remember:reality knocked against me,hitting me,whipping me,destroying one after another my conscience configurations.It was a battle between me or her,and she came always a winner,asserting herself as ultimate evidence and dictating its ruthless logic.But I closed my eyes for a few years,I wished to have taken out my eyes and slowly my frail as a baby ego showed up.The entrance in the world was violent from the first steps,reality being rejected and depreciated to an appearance degree.I had a new master:my ego.It was strong,stronger than I imagined,it exceeded my understanding and expectation,surpassing any existential limit.I was master of something I didn't fully understand it's power.There aren't few moments of peal of laughter my ego constrained me everytime I encountered reality.I am!I was howling as the madman with his burning candle in searching of God.I'm free!That personal feeling,of myself,always fresh and vigor accompanied me from now on.I was howling that I found my freedom far from the other men and beyond reality.I was free in myself and in consequence free in front of the world.I have never asked what is freedom made of,I always wanted to experience the feeling.My wit is too queer,when liberty doesn't come up any obstacles then the playing desire shows itself. -You try to seduce me?I'm ignoring you. -People share between them common knowledge.But what do I have in common with

the others?A sexual desire or a lack?Not anymore as long as they find a reality to quench their thirst and me finding the fountain in myself.And the satisfaction I experience is by far beyond comparison with a female orgasm or ejaculation.It's the certainty that I'm here and now through out going for life.The happiness I feel right now doesn't set out from the sense of sight or hearing but from a sense that causes pleasure beyond any connection with the world. -You are a being eminently aesthetically,you surround yourself by beauty,not of the world's but of your own world,the beauty of your inner world. -How do you know it's beautiful?Maybe I have terrible nightmares,the abandoned reality haunts me everytime I close my eyes.I'm not beautiful inside,on the contrary I'm a monster that eats his own children.I live only for the splendour of my bright ego. -What ground supports your statements? -An inner feeling of authenticity and veracity.I well know the border that separates me from every common sense.I stand straight in front of the world with a daring youth and reckless pride.I gnash my teeth when I encounter the other's passivity.I would like them free for art and not receiving in a passive manner forms of urban culture.Cause through culture can one rise to freedom.Through culture to liberty is more than a romantic desideratum. One last evidence There are months now since I abandoned reality,I actually lost it. Absent nights due to the abuse of anti-psychotic drugs which instead to balance me irretrievably removed me from life.I received another,a self-conscious one,too-aware of helplessness,a hypertrophy of evil turn against not on the ephemeral world but against everything I feel about myself. Anxious nights that revealed me that existential beyond in which we are the same with the earth in a congeniality of words like an ecstatic drunker in agony.It is there,beside me,the entrance in my secrets courtyard which I cannot find their meanings and key.Locked hard in the darkness of night (useless to try open them),grow above them new and staggering questions.I'm the man with the right question knowing the answer that is coming,prompting the other to terrible disclosures for one that feels the light of day a blessing. Living in the dark without being a nocturnal creature I long for the sun as a plant that opens its flowers at sunset and the scent lure my senses at dreaming. Living underground you become one with the worms,you learn their body language in order to dance lewd in front of those who still recognize you as a human being and their encouragements are received as the last drops of water drunk avidly by one who got lost in a underground Sahara where the dawn of a new day will never show again. I slowly faint away pining at an immortality grounded on earth when everything is deserted around me.And so many years lost in which I tried to animate a dead God till the distance between him and me wasted in heavy wanderings and I became one with the cracked idol.I put identity above all recognizing no difference with him,a thinking difference that struggles between life and death.I went away under your banner becoming a stranger to life.I stand watching at the root trunk of silence trying to understand it's mysteries.I failed. Discern weakness

Virtue is not constitutive for their beings,it has a continuing need to be brought in the act by an effort of will,which doesn't succeed everytime.That's why horrors come to the surface of a moral

behaviour. Any form of morality is bourgeois, its purpose it's to place you comfortable in life.Western Lifestyles lack quality.This way of life perpetuates in conflict with a non-existent man for himself it's like imposing a moral code to a monkey. Temptations remain unknown to a man in a full resignation with eternity.They enter into common use with the properties of a new life,these possessions complete the existence and come together under the concept of fate or destiny.Man has once again made a volitional effort,alienated from himself, looked at himself from the outside and found out that he is alone, helpless and miserable before the law which is always right.He mastered these qualities then as possessions of the soul which he discovered as an attribute of his being.From here he immediately deduced that human nature is synonymous with weakness.But is happening in the world than at some people weakness is accompanied by loneliness and then intelligence arises which related to time turns into wisdom or linked to act and is called virtue. Death at the horizon Is it the same as the experience of death,the consciousness of death and if not confused by both does really happen the organic death in a dream? A rotten blood flows through my veins and rises up to my brain increasing this corpse's hallucinations for which it is too early to fill the earth with his history.

This is the new shit ! The world today is no longer willing to recognize the spiritual coordinates of an universal spirit, the voice of the people who have access to them is jammed and when we hear a message of this kind we send it forthwith to the root of his lifeblood,we hear it filtered by the space and time it emerged.It's clear that the great success of America was and is the recognition of democratic Nations in the continuity of their birth.But the birth of a nation is rather than the spiritual prosperity,the access to the universal spirit.And its coordinates,firmly traced by the United States at the end of World War II,are no longer guides marks of reality.The world's policeman guards to the smooth functioning of a democratic system that has claims of universality.The american spirit is strong and valid as long as the spiritual voice of the protected ones isn't oppressed, as happened in the UN Security Council that ordered the invasion of Iraq.This act of volition had as a catalyst the alleged ownership of an undemocratic the means of mass destruction.It's clear that the Muslim world has polarized the spirit, in the wake of terrorist attacks, aware of the need for a reassessment of essential values.And if there are in the world heads to understand this, America will shortly be only a nation.The global implications are profound,the regress of the democratic rule and the emergence of new trends towards universality.Perhaps this is the natural course of history,

let us remember that neither the Greek democracy did not survive for too long, it has survived over time but the spirit.Lets not bury America too early.Americans are firmly convinced that the trumpets which will sound its end will announce a religious Armaggeddon,a belief there that doomsday will come from outer space.Here's a spirit blinded by his own coordinates, of the need to be perfect in a culture in which they eradicate all weeds, pollutions which would stifle the perfect rod.Such a culture would have succeeded if Hitler would have been born american.However, the Americans,witnesses at their universal history are somewhat skeptical to the success of such crops from which the advance already voices in most tasted by Americans, music, making toilet harmonies heard: This is the new shit! Humanity

The sun of humanity is burning bright. Flares in people’s eyes make humanity shine. Fire balls from the sky cast humanity into blindness. Humanity lives on in the darkness that spreads over the world. It’s what keeps us alive. The idea. The sun of humanity burnt our eyes.It’s era came to an end. Humanity is burning to die. Humanity came to a halt. Humanity has burnt out. Soon it will be forgotten. I hope I’m wrong. Anyway we all will be dead by then.