"What look?" It's something indescribable. No word expresses, even remotely, its strange essence. But look there. There are few who actually have this level of existence. What's the difference exists between the eyes that have a look and eyes that do not have them? This difference has a name: we call life. Life begins where begins gaze. In the beginning God did not look. That is why, at this stage of growth, God will call the tube. There is a metaphysics of the tubes. Slawomir Mrozek wrote that the tubes are extraordinary mixture of full and empty, are hollow material, a membrane that covers a bundle of existence of nothingness. The hose is the spring version of the tube. God had the flexibility of the latter and at the same time lay rigid and inert, thus confirming the nature of the tube. Experienced the absolute serenity of the cylinder. Filtered through the universe and do not hold nothing "(Amelie Nothomb, Metaphysics of the tubes).
A little 'patience again and remember that our shadow to follow. Although there is always the intention to sow it, the desire to stop listening to anything other than what we have already heard and dive into the hole of the full existence. We learn a bit 'of us every time we contradict. I just have time to label someone as a friend to the cock crows three times and we are already on the cross. We think that our truth is truer than the others and in turn comes when the Pharisee who mocks our illusions because truth is the only one who does not know you had. Let us pause a moment to find words, to believe that others are variable, a mathematical constant that we are one of the elements and not the result. There are two theories. A religious waiting for someone to come and save us from something, sooner or later, someone or ourselves. The other science, we are the architects of the successes and convictions that we have to serve. Before selecting a proposal: why not add up? Take the hope of rebirth from the first and second the courage to meet her. We touch a pre-universe god but God in the background, a way of opening ourselves to the metaphysical with the math book under his arm. Dust and dust we shall return. But before we collect the great street sweeper, a bit 'of life for pleasure. The revival is not to be expected after life, but pursued throughout life. Every day, not after three days. It's worth having faith in a world where humanist to turn the light on us. The light itself is us.
