To Be

"It is not a question to claim the theories and arguments of the others (as modern philosophers do when faced with the futility of creating new ideas). But it is necessary to make visible the collaboration even to compete. In the current world of frustrations and needs is complicated because the idea of being peers and partners to realize shared goals and not steeps of success and richness (against the others) will be considered an imposition of those above. A mandate to maintain poverty. However, it is possible to change the mental models in which the triumph is not to possess but to reach, to be. Some new models for new minds, not for those that have already been oppressed for years and are unable to think about other things beyond their fears and disappointments. Every time someone influential dies, old age weighs on me (which I still don't have) and much more everything that I wasn't and didn't get. Absent, I have the advantage of not being questioned during my immobility. I am not sure if my return and the other decisions were significant, but there is no doubt they were to have nothing. Maybe, for this reason, it is better to write today and not tomorrow. Today is possible to finish something two years ago of her goodbye and disguise the small questions of great deliberations.

In the new models, life is essential. Knowledge and empathy are more critical than beliefs and fears. Humans search the transcendence and the possibility of an expansion to know and to live sharing experiences and impressions, not life to accumulate without any sense. Indeed, an accumulation to simply die or believe that it can be eternalized in existence. Then, the belief itself is questioned. An assumption that brings nothing like the same confessional faith that may have been useful thousands of years ago. He enjoyed their conversations more, although he wanted to have sex with her. Perhaps, he would get to tell her that he loved her and receive the exact words of love from her. On a Saturday afternoon, walk together, hand in hand, in San Francisco's Chinatown. Share a beer in that Pub in LA. At night, share a bottle of wine in that café on Place Grennette in the Capital of the Alps. However, there were too many things for her to understand. And more so, it would not compromise her freedom, but they would share it.

It is not necessary to think about how to build the new models too much. Naturally, it will be assumed that the new models generate the renunciation of those who believe they possess and those who actually have more than the majority. But in that human egoism, they don't really care what happens next, including his inheritance possible. And most of those heirs don't care much either because they already have other life models in their minds. August. Her fear of loneliness had led her to annul all her ties to the past. It was clear that that would happen quickly in that macho culture of the Caribbean. And that was, even while she gave herself to her new owner because that's how it ended up being, she thought of that lover who not only denied but also desired. Owners against lovers. The fear of loneliness made her accept the unthinkable for a woman like her. But that was the Caribbean. Or at least that between walls and wealth belief.

Concepts are more influential than the definitions of concrete. The concept is an ideal description, a belief without any need to explain or be supported by evidence. The argument can be redundant because the assumption is more important than the truth. The human, defending the concept, appeals to common sense, when that common sense and that widespread knowledge are a personal imaginary. That common sense is as unique as it is little shared. Still, it is believed to be universal, and already the universal is a misunderstood exaggeration. She loved seeing herself naked in the mirror. She remembered how he looked at her before he merged with her, not possessed her. That was what had caused her anxiety. Anyway, placing it and feeling that anxiety turned her on a lot, even though she had literally sent him to eat shit. She missed his lips in her vagina, and despite how unbearable she was, he wanted to talk to her or wait for her silence. And he? You couldn't say he didn't think about her, but he had already written enough songs for her. Some had been burned. Others would just be sticky and could be for anyone. But she was unique. Sū fēi is white porcelain -he said to her after a night together, talking like she was absent. And that was enough to dedicate a space to that entire repertoire.

The human language tries to describe the variants and relationships of the necessary models for the expansion and transcendence of life. No matter what language, it seems that rules and grammar are insufficient. It appears that having prevailed over being, with the respective monetization. Nevertheless, without going to defend the belief or the absolute faith, the new minds create and not only accept. Then the confessional theology disappears, and great human hope is built over time. Tuesday night, the old songs with weird accents appeared suddenly. The old desires, the passions of always, and the hopes achieved (and lost) are in the new songs. Too late in the night, these things will be in phrases for the poetry notebook. He took the last drink of that fusion wine. And searched for silence."