What do you call the lie that wants to tell the truth? What do you call the hesitation that wants to dare? I can't remember their names but I know they are the ones that dim the lights in the room every time I undo the buttons of my soul and open my shirt to reveal my chest to my authenticity.
Humanity’s biggest weapon against meanness is that you can’t hurt someone without hurting yourself. If I could change the world, I would install souls closer to mouths than brains. If I could change the world, I would let souls rule it… Yes, let souls rule the world. It wouldn’t be as successful, but it would surely be more beautiful!
Two best friends, John and Mark, are at a beach at two o’clock in the morning on the first day of their vacation, trying to find a way to unload the extra burden they carried on behalf of the person each one chose to be during the day that just ended. They have brought it to the store of their self-awareness to cash it in, hoping to find out this way what profit they gained by simultaneously transforming themselves for a few hours into something more than what their logic would like them to be and something less than what their soul could have them become. Using a different technique, each one is struggling again after a long time to remember how one can free himself from the obligation of showing the people around him something different than what he sees when he looks in the mirror his conscience brings him and sets up across from those questions which for years now he’s been afraid to ask her himself. They’ve brought with them only what’s heavier than a conscience that can no longer stand fighting with her truth and what’s lighter than an ego that doesn’t need to defeat the next minute of its owner to feel useful.
At the edge of a verdant valley, the ruins of a dilapidated farmhouse lie in the no man’s land between two warring armies that have been mercilessly fighting each other for some months now. The farmhouse has been completely wrecked, except for a wall right in the middle, the only thing left standing. Two wounded soldiers, cut off from their comrades, a long way from the logic that brought them to where they are and coming from almost diametrically opposed sides of the valley, barely reach the farmhouse seeking shelter, each one on a different side of the wall. Without noticing each other’s presence, they both lie down amid the ruins.
Humanity’s biggest weapon against meanness is that you can’t hurt someone without hurting yourself. If I could change the world, I would install souls closer to mouths than brains. If I could change the world, I would let souls rule it… Yes, let souls rule the world. It wouldn’t be as successful, but it would surely be more beautiful!
Two best friends, John and Mark, are at a beach at two o’clock in the morning on the first day of their vacation, trying to find a way to unload the extra burden they carried on behalf of the person each one chose to be during the day that just ended. They have brought it to the store of their self-awareness to cash it in, hoping to find out this way what profit they gained by simultaneously transforming themselves for a few hours into something more than what their logic would like them to be and something less than what their soul could have them become. Using a different technique, each one is struggling again after a long time to remember how one can free himself from the obligation of showing the people around him something different than what he sees when he looks in the mirror his conscience brings him and sets up across from those questions which for years now he’s been afraid to ask her himself. They’ve brought with them only what’s heavier than a conscience that can no longer stand fighting with her truth and what’s lighter than an ego that doesn’t need to defeat the next minute of its owner to feel useful.
At the edge of a verdant valley, the ruins of a dilapidated farmhouse lie in the no man’s land between two warring armies that have been mercilessly fighting each other for some months now. The farmhouse has been completely wrecked, except for a wall right in the middle, the only thing left standing. Two wounded soldiers, cut off from their comrades, a long way from the logic that brought them to where they are and coming from almost diametrically opposed sides of the valley, barely reach the farmhouse seeking shelter, each one on a different side of the wall. Without noticing each other’s presence, they both lie down amid the ruins.
