edge into the forest of thoughts every now and then I take a track that I like to follow.
How it works? He asked.
do not know. Perhaps it makes sense to find rules, prescriptions, medication for these real life events that govern us, feed, injure.
Every moment requires new solutions.
How it works? He asked.
do not know. Perhaps it makes sense to find rules, prescriptions, medication for these real life events that govern us, feed, injure.
Every moment requires new solutions.
Certainty then? No, because we already given.
does not say so when you want to avoid a beggar?
yet, and yet, yet, only we can find the road that takes us back home.
sometimes I pause to reflect on appearances which takes a value as important. So important to abdicate their critical sense for a bias, which is nothing but laziness of spirit.
memory then ... An imposter so questionable.
Without memories, drawings indelible in our brain, but colored by the emotions that mark the painting in brilliant colors. Colors, so vivid that make it difficult to recognize the pattern that lies beneath.
yet, and yet, yet, only we can find the road that takes us back home.
sometimes I pause to reflect on appearances which takes a value as important. So important to abdicate their critical sense for a bias, which is nothing but laziness of spirit.
memory then ... An imposter so questionable.
Without memories, drawings indelible in our brain, but colored by the emotions that mark the painting in brilliant colors. Colors, so vivid that make it difficult to recognize the pattern that lies beneath.
.
It 'been said that if humans suddenly plucked the reality as it is, he would die or go mad.
I do not know how to express the way, I think that is a subject dear to science fiction, worthy of a novel by Philip H. Dick. But that often comes close to our present.
It 's a dystopian universe that appears to these eyes, perhaps, finally opened. Which gives a horrible dizzy if they want to see the abyss.
Back on Earth, where we live, is not that much to draw a safe path.
lost maps, perhaps stolen by a magician, we can not rely completely on our limited vision.
How it works?
It 'been said that if humans suddenly plucked the reality as it is, he would die or go mad.
I do not know how to express the way, I think that is a subject dear to science fiction, worthy of a novel by Philip H. Dick. But that often comes close to our present.
It 's a dystopian universe that appears to these eyes, perhaps, finally opened. Which gives a horrible dizzy if they want to see the abyss.
Back on Earth, where we live, is not that much to draw a safe path.
lost maps, perhaps stolen by a magician, we can not rely completely on our limited vision.
How it works?
bounces back to this question in the courtyard of my narrow mind. It remains the only
heart, a muscle given to the emotions and feelings.
neglected tool, highly unreliable, as they say the cynics.
heart, a muscle given to the emotions and feelings.
neglected tool, highly unreliable, as they say the cynics.
The only compass for me, but without accompanying indicating that the route is never wrong.
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