I am lost, I feel disorientated, I feel empty, full of thoughts vain and inaccessible to the conscience, like snowstorms of sand in the desert. "I see you and I conduct you, unaware poor man through so many useless deadly devoted to the hostility and to the vague, the mirages of the desert are the illusion that you follow. I have the threads that there command, I am the Master" I cross roads without an end, I am afraid, any is conscious, I don't know where they conduct, I believe that it is my destiny. I through years of meditations, they flow me about the times, like a Zigurrat tormented from the demoniac winds of the depth, I feel their cry, they come to take my soul. "I have the order, it is useless withstand me… your life is in my hands, I won't surrender. This is the pact of the life, you could not break it, I through the men, the times, the empty spaces". Deep thoughts that break, writhe in primordial infinity creating plots of lived hypothetical with evolutionary different paths yet with the same destination... Simple but illuminating and sometimes puzzling comprehensions of the circularity and connection of the events indissolublelly tied up, forced and subdued to the transcendent coils, of an orderly and absolute chaos, unrationally logical and quantistically basic. This is the truth, this is the end! The Philosophy carries to the irrational, the universe it is the metaphor of our mind, a insane mind orderly from an Alien inside to our body: I believe in the death like relief from the scourge. "You think, but your thoughts bear from me. You feel that I exist, but you won't can reach me ever, you will touch me never and understand me, gather the essence, my logic: I am you!"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
