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.
The brave man defied the gods and cried;
The coward man obeyed his body and made someone cry;
The brave man defied the gods and won.
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…”
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Under my penname, Brian T’Casidid
(In Spanish due to website’s rules).
I know from this site’s statistics Spanish-speaking people are reading this.
The work is worth it! Those guys do be chill about freedom of speech!
First off, recalling: In TS both Microhistory or personal History and Macrohistory build up together History as a whole…
Google’s slogan used to be “Don’t be evil”. As simple as that.
Nowadays, Google belongs to a business conglomerate, namely Alphabet, which slogan is “Do the right thing.” As sinister as that.
If there is one thing. One, single, one, and unique thing, that I would call a true sin, that would be to try to frustrate hope and love.
If you kill someone, you kill a life and all that that carries.
If you manage to frustrate love by deceit, well then again, “To deceive two parts are required; namely one that deceives and one that lets itself be deceived.”
As hard as if may sound, as I perceive it the deceived part is at fault to some or another degree.
And finally, somewhere in between, there’s torture.
You can torture anyone, specially a kid.
You can go around in your city thrashing beggars or immigrants in a 8 to 1 ratio.
Exactly. You are Evil. You are mean, aggressive and bad. But by no means you are stupid;
You choose and easy target or milite within a violent criminal group, be it Neonazis, some organized religions, a gerrilla, or some States, in order to not have to fight in an equiality of conditions.
Because you are Evil and brave, not stupid, and wouldn’t want that.
The victim, then, grows darkly. He’ll distrust, know not love, have no hope and, eventually, two things can happen;
1. He dies and so love will have been frustrated.
1.1. Additonaly, he can grow to be that which hurt him in his depths.
2. Life finds a way. Life finds a way. Life finds a way… And, if love is sincere, and life stands strong, love shall never be frustrated.
Thanks for reading…
/Karma?/
\They call me Karma\
/You win, I won’t do anything bad anymore/
\How boring!\
/But I do regret it/
\Then?\
/Is that virtue?/
\\Yes.\\
“No, he’s not invited”
“Why?”
“He takes paybacks, that’s just aweful, don’t you think.”
“I think you may be right…”
“You… Would’ve done this same thing, right?”
“Everyone does”.
