Accept is not Abnegation

"The worst of the viruses is the human greed itself. Today, it is not a question to find it in the deepest of the society. This is visible, the most simple illness that kills humanity. And in the new world after the news the frustration of them which in their disability and impotence, they refuse to the resignation. Why? In everyone, the reason is in the deepest of his being. The last time is special. Of course, it's impossible to know that it was the last... because the hope is there. And there are people dying waiting for that next time. So, this is the problem with the human optimism due that it generates waiting but not doing. In any case, there are all the reasons and cruel realities for not being able to do anything. But it's not a question of a motive..., it is not possible to resist more. Then, if against all of this shit, before to scape, we recover the words and the feelings in a paper to read without censure and tracing. Scape? Where? The question is not where, is when. In what time? Another time.

Within themselves, the fear cannot find a place. The core in the silence, it welcomes beyond thoughts. The construction without words of ideas against mediations, magic or prayers. And it the silence, it is they who give those prayers and limit the words who are afraid because they know that everyone of the people is in freedom inside of a moment in the deepest of an unmentionable place. It is not a soul or a ghost. If it is possible to name this core, the words are lost in time before leaving to express something. So, they are in a consecutive afraid. In the real solitude, the quantity of the real humans in freedom can increase and they will find the moment (not the place) to inspire. In these nights, the stars seem to drift further and further away as an omen. Lost and trapped in the anxiety of what would have been and the depression of what was, it is not seen that there is no longer a fence. Eyes open but spirits closed, and I demands how do we stop dreaming? However, it is not a question of "we"... and the real challenge is the superposition of the dreams on convenience. I'm sure that I'm not the only one who looks nostalgically the firmament thinking in the space. 

Inspiration will be a forbidden word. But not yet. In other times (and places), the forbidden was a theme of little minds. However, in the short phrases written for a simple slogan of tranquility, the forbidden words were caught to simplify songs and motivations, as the pleasure and the possibility to catch the opportunity. Same if the opportunity is a betrayal, why not? Today, betrayal is a synonymous of debility. And the rules of the modern world just say it have take advantage of the time and the trust. Another maleable word. In this land, the best people is dead or will be killed. Who are the best? People who understood that there is no destiny, nor self-denial. They found the words to inspire and to express a real optimism in freedom in action, not in waiting. In their solitude, they found a way to express with the easy words the evident human condition of group thinking. Without fear and it is a problem for an establishment people thinking and humans without fear. It is not possible to implant pleasure or something socially accepted as love. And of course, the relative truth disappears in questions without possible answers. So, they inspires and for this simple reason, it is better for this system, the simple annihilation: kill and forget.

In the oldest lectures is possible to find the messy words to the today's wrong phrases. Simple sentences, in any case, it is clear that “Who controls the past controls the future. Who controls the present controls the past.” and of course, who deserve the words limiting and normalizing the popular motivations and personal desires, align the humankind. From the individual to the group. Taking advantage of their fears, frustrations and deep desires. Simple, at the end, each individual does not think of all, but all do not think of any. And the power is guaranteed. In a night, an human looks the firmament with real hope. "Perhaps a lunatic was simply a minority of one", and seeing another time however this place, the real optimism appears to motivate a new argument. Different. It is not a manifesto, it is only a page wrote in a language understood by the minority. And individual citizen looking the night ignoring the planned organisation with a smile when de moon appears in the sky and however, he recognizes the constellations in the sky, a destination to reach, not to follow.

However, isolated and confined humans began to find (at least) themselves. Some of them, find the words to write another world in a time without this hope given by a system. At same time, they recover the words to build arguments and be able to describe in more of the approved words another realities for a world without a destruction, but yes with a serie of revolutions. It is not possible to resist and to have resignation: accepting is not self-denial, abnegation is a word for a static life. And life is thinking and action. The words arrives until my mouth and in a suspire, in a silent scream (discover another Sunday night when I was child) is lost and I can not to have something. This Sunday night, with real fear, I said that if there are a destiny for the humans is to fight against the lines assigned.  Every time, because it is not a question of a place. Or insistence attending something. It is not possible an abnegation in a world with a popular motivation. Freedom is inspiration."