how amazing is to even come close to realize that all your infinit enormity has its full magic inside an infimum being like myself.
that all the light years that would take to just surround certain stars, this scale of gigantism, has its ecoes on the smallest of seeds.
there and here, now and forever, what is the intersection?
this invisible net that ties all and every, its the balance, the big bang equilibrium, God's nap after spiting out this litle tooth dirt called universe.
Are there as many God's as are dimensions?
Are you the allmight of all possible possibilities?
if we just couldnt handle without inventing time, no way we could give up on you to rein on us, as the power of last resort, the central bank of religions, fears and wishes.
Yet we have those who bypass such a reflex need, as natural as breathing.
The monkey within is our operating system, our ghost in the cage, the machine.
do we exist only to conquer? is the whole universe enough?
is the discovery movie right in assuming that after the oceans dephts, the stars and planets, we shall turn ou voracius curiosity to death? or the legends that time must not stop after it?
sure yeah.
whereever we find mystery, doubt, possibilities, that will be just enough to hook someone, and them another, and so forth.
for is the passions, and batling then, that triggers our movements...
what makes u tik?
what do u REALLY CARE ABOUT?
what compels you to spend your energy, to let go of short term boddy pleasures?
i bet is something wich CONNECTS you to this feeling, probably in the hipocampus, of touch, of BEING found, being a live, being PART, being, more them u are by yourself.
for is because of me, and all others, that u can ever conect and be aware of such feeling.
THIS world of words, this sea of meanings, is the invention that no one knows who created, who was the first speaker? what was the first word? HELP? its hilarious enough to be true.
but more striking is how fast it spread, in few thousand years here we are, i write on my second language, although my first should be portugues, i gues the true first was CONNECTION. a language spoken with cheaks anf eyelashes, its all it takes to comunicate.
wow thank you bach for inspiring this words, thank you my water fountain, thank you my clove incensus, thank you universe, thank you small seeds, thank you cosmos.
I stop here for today, but the balance holds you, me, and every thing togheter with its invisible net, so I see you around!
sincerely,
Just a guy bored enough to ditch a studying night.
