There is no free choice. Only determinism.

The Universe started. And from there on, everything wad determinated. Action-reaction.

Causes and consequences.

A first cause and everything that woulf follow. Mechanically.

You are reading this like a river flows to the sea.

If you are leaving it here or continueing is as written as that I cannot type “lemon”.

And why would I? It has nothing to do.

We are determinated. And I don’t say conditioned. I say determinated.

You cannot dance on the street. I cannot type “bowtie”.

The river cannot but flow to the sea.

You cannot take any random book in your house and read the fourth word of page 30; I cannot type “rushed”.

They are only strings. Strings moved by a composer.

In a language. Musical. Human.

A language through which we express our souls.

A language that proves she is free.

Creativity.

—I am here to give a talk on creativity. We’ll start with the questions.

—Yes. Sorry but, what authority have you to be an expert on creativity?

—That I have no clue what I am talking about. Thanks for your time.

Glacial.

The river freezes.

It is still water.

Not the end of the world.

It is still water.

Only that it has frozen.

Because of the cold. Sure, the cold…

But it is still water.

Frozen.

It will withstand the preassure, the strikes.

The hits that will follow.

But it will keep on being water.

It can only be water!

Ha! At least it didn’t get envenomed.

It is winter. Winter is not eternal.

It is only water.

Now more than ever!

That it flows! That it runs!

That it boils!

How could it be Beautiful?

At the beginning everything was fire. Savage and tameless.

Burning everything it touched.

Does fire burn itself? They made it of stone.

They won. No. Stopping the clock.

Natura. Unstoppable like an earthquake, like the tsunami after it.

How could it be beutiful? A heart of metal.

Metal. Hard, cold and obscene.

How could it be beautiful?

Never negate your nature;

Platinum was always there.

The fire separated the dross.

How could it be beautiful?
Ozone.

Shadows of Earthen Inmortality

Today I smiled at the baker.

Earthen inmortality. I am not kidding.

Alexander the Great, Julius Caesar or Joe Biden.

Shadows. Very extended shadows.

Certainly very extended shadows.

Yet of the same nature, of yours and mine.

Because today I smiled at the baker.

Because this way she may she may laugh off a mischief by her kids.

Because today I smiled at the baker.

For each action, every single of them, no matter how small they may seem,

Influence those of others, and those of others on those of others,

They remain written within the Universe,

They are indelible

Our actions are our shadows, no matter how big or small they are.

They are indelible.

And they influence others’ actions

Which are also indelible

Which at the same time influence…

And are also indelible.

This is my shadow, no matter how small or big:

Earthen Inmortality;

Because today I smiled at the baker. Amd she…

Game Theory.

“And thus, the devil himself realized he should be thankful that he had played the blacks.”

Delusion.

The word is “delusion”.

And it may happen for many reasons.

To drop alcohol of a sudden, 40.5° C of fever, not to say more.

“—You perceive things most people cannot —she said—.

Every now and then they grow uncontrolled. That’s it.

—What if most of them are false?

—What if a minority, a very small minority, are true? What about that?”

Lete.

So much hell and the sun rises. At 4 a.m.

But raises, because you are listening to Gorgoroth.

Lete.

So much hell and the sun rises. Seriously, it is unbelieveable:

They have a vocalist and no one knows the words.

And I say no one.

Who knows if the singer!

Lete.

So much hell and the sun rises!

A deal, this time with the present:

“The mind remembers, the heart forgets”.

Lete.

So much hell and the sun rises.

I think I have decyphered the message

(No more I will eat…)

Those guys are theologists!

¡Lete!

So much hell, and the sun rises!

Turns out God has a sense of humour.