When I look at her, I see something, yet I know not what I see…

She’s wild but fragile
Crazy but tender
Unpredictable yet giving
A child but a prophet
Three times a woman
Other times a voice with no song

She keeps smiling behind her sun glasses
And when she takes them off,
All shadows gracefully wither…

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Life – the impossible equation

…Equation which changes its data – that is, its solution – every single moment. “Ready-made-s”, all “viable” patterns, mainstream thinking, not only do not help you figure out the right answer, but lamentably prevent you from grasping this supreme reality:

Namely, that Truth is not a fixed point, but a vivid reality. Ever-changing. Imponderable. Unpredictable. So the stake is childishly simple. Or perplexingly complex:

Either you take the risk of renewing yourself, disavowing certainty, or you will live inertially – that is, dead…

The prison of your making

For the one who has lived his life as a convict – that is, in the exclusive straits of his ideas -, Freedom – which has naught to do with thinking – will seem pure absurdity to him.

The Holy Feast in Mykene

Racontando

Anche se non mi vuoi

Invențiune la două voci de Bach în Fa minor