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 saddest human condition

How can they love Freedom when all their life
has been solely invested in entanglement?…

Happiness is beyond punishment and retribution

We are hallucinated by our prevalent beliefs – tributary to a totally biased and indecently obtuse way of living:

Namely that Life is about punishment and retribution. In simple words, that we are not supposed to be joyful and merry unless we deserve it.

Such arrogant crap inculcated by those wickedly greedy bastards who have moulded our society. Really, LIFE gives a shit about our idiotic bargaining with It:

Freedom is at the beginning – it´s never an outcome of anything.

Meaning that


We are afraid to be free

…and thus love to remain slaves – to desire, to concepts, to propaganda, even to the very idea of God – cause freedom entails first-hand experience as opposed to being controlled by, and hence live in the safety of “knowledge”…

We´d rather live deluded than risk being free

Rather estranged than myself

We´d rather give away our freedom, than taking the risk of getting to know ourselves.

Can humans ever understand anything beyond retribution and revenge?

Love can only blossom in freedom.

Freedom from retribution and revenge.

Twisted human nature:

They will condone humiliation, mistreatment and all kind of abuse, but they will never forgive you for having tried to make them free.