I’m more than this kinesthetic intelligence of us trapped in this great chain of being that belongs to all of us.

I need to open this door of self in order to throw out everything that is useless and to save the meaning ofthe things I have to keep.

There is a human reification needingan eschatological regression.

Accepting the nonexistence of being,when the absence of existence means the negation of being.

If the truth was equal to the lie, and our love was equal to our hatred, we would become absolutely nil persons.

There is the fullness of our love, whereGod is knowable, whether willful or involuntary.

The eternal spacecreates the temporary spacesand anti-spacesfor zero.

There are, in fact,a cognitive itchand a divination using the human formwhile being alive,when life is not alive in its own senseexcept for the eternity.

We are inside this plasma,and plasma is inside everything. It is incandescentin the sun, and I am curious to know if youare able to stop orbiting yourself around it even for a second.No, you are not able to do this, but you are ableto stop the truths from being spoken.All the absurd things are cool. Their spirits losetheir oxygen ions to generatethat matter in no pain. The spiritual thingsare in pulsing metamorphosis to break into pieces, orto turn back aftera hard but reversing processbefore becoming anachronistic.

I am a Cartesian clear and distinct object on this pyramidal peak of the mountain, where the echoes trail off almost forever the horizon.

You can understand my inner reactionsmore clearly than me because you can see me as a whole.