sábado, 3 de octubre de 2015

A conversation about love


I've known you. I love you so much, can't not to. My mind will not understand you never, but intuition, the biggest deception, craves from you.
What was the point of all of this? I had confort, the eternal fight between love and knowledge. Did u pass through it? Did u? At some point u sacrifice your love for infinite knowledge? And then u brought them together? Does every human need to make that decision? We r definitively fucked.

I can't come back, this is not a regret talk. I love my life, I love this place and everything that has offered me, everything that it might offer me. I got drunk into the pleasures of this system. I don't regret it, I regret the pain I caused because of it, I am as cold as I am warm. Ain't that funny?, to play the games of the Gods. Love couldn't be born in this system, It just doesn't make sense in 4D, It has to come from another dimension, higher? No idea. Not if all of this is a fractal. It is comic, u, me, talking about love. U r love, I can't not love you, u r the love itself, u flow through my cells as I flow through yours. It is so nice to see u looking at the mirror, looking at myself and to all the others.

This world is a deception, yet it is so beautiful, only weakness can experience such a beauty. The beauty of remorse, the beauty of passion, the beauty of compassion, the beauty of suffering, the price of the sensors. A magnificent illusion, father.

I must be crazy, at least under human terms. There r so many colors everywhere, I'm possessed by the beauty of this reality, with my eye blinking at the beauty of all the others. My heart is broken, but there is some much love in all of its pieces. Did u want it to be like that? I could have stayed, u could have stopped me. Why didn't you? Maybe I would regret it always, not to come I mean, two opposite things that in this system, apparently can't coexist. I had confort, I was so happy, so so happy, u know, only u know how happy I was not to be lazy on a Sunday. I love this life, I could die now and greet the angel with a smile on my face.

I love talking to u, though u don't use words. That's the best. Not a blind act of faith. Just the dimensions crushing themselves. This could be the key of the formula. I mean, probably the equations are unsolvable, at least analytically. Nth dimensional bullshit.

Anyway, nice talking to u father. It's so nice to tell u that I love you. I miss u even when u r here. It's crazy huh?. Its like my love for her. It just couldn't be born in 4D, yet it clearly lives everywhere.