Ancient wisdom.

“When I am in a huge mess, I ask to myself ‘What would Jesus Christ do?’, and I dissapear for three days.”

Thus finishes the homily and the church says… What will they say,

‘Amen.’

Like you can’t find information about that dream on Google;

Like you should understand, If you truly want to read that article, you should also be able to read that language.

My heart was a path.

And somewhere you would be.

You could be there.

And I going towards you

Or you seeking me,

Or meeting;

Intertwined.

But my heart was a path,

And there you could be,

But my heart was a path, and it realized

A certainty.

The most real: Any step could be the last one,

And so fall dead…

But my heart was a path

And there you could be.

Intertwined!
And step.

Step.

Step, and

Misstep!

Because any step could be the last one,

And there you could be…

My heart is a path.

From life to death and from death to life. Five kingdoms.

It is cyclic.

It is not eternal. It wasn’t always there.

Likely won’t be for ever as well.

And yet unkown, the Sparks.

Of Life, not to say of Creation!

And its nature? Perhaps live out. No exceptions.

Plain insanity.

But one of the greatest, of History:

“My ideas are so good that they will survive my death.”

Ego. Raw and self-phagocytized.

Oldest game on this sick world.

Creating Utopias like throwing beers;

I’ll call this one:

“If we taught kids bad words, they’d dissapear, just like if we didn’t infuse them fear of Death, Religion…”