Convoy and convey

 

 

Living is between what was and what will be. Made on phases that does not reach a totality of meaning and senses.  The Eternal Return from moral and ethical action it does not arrive at the desired life. We need to live beyond clausured models by rules common, habits and conceptual understanding about the other. We need to welcome the differences, those that do not have a belongs, knowledge, living in abandoned, people that were excluded xpulse, put out and annulled, cancelled.

A convoy in its marche conveys a wide range of  emotions, feelings, and sensations that bring joy and thinking to be transformed, changed, and get back on track with more soft weight to care, a way to retake our values and our awareness renewed. These words are like a convoy where go the people crossing rivers, seas, fields, hills, 

Tempestuous is the world, says someone on the streets, and heard, “need persons made of breeze, subtle, gentle, constant wind. No one can breeze to live. Anyone could be like a breeze. Following this aerial logic, a breeze added with others makes a storm. A world-made tempest created slowly with sweet breathing, a soft wind that summed with others makes the world as it is. What could we do? Stop breathing to breathe to end that storm. Peace with peace, together talks about a silenced war. We need to have confidence only in humanity. While this does not happen, we can kill one to others. Will kind people together with other kind people be not more than a set of ruffians? Is a money-only interested group an arrangement of individuals in which any moral sense is the basis, and an ethical decision is absurd? Does education plus intelligence equal the atomic bomb? Are humble people with other humble people, it is an amplified dependence on social madness? Is a society made with authoritarians, individualists, and self-centered, the dream realized of democracy, an ideology in its fullness? Do these questionings convey that a socialist community is an organization manipulated by dictators, control police, sectarian justice, and bureaucracy, where to share is uniquely an exit to exist? We will be that we live in a mist ideology where each moment has an invisible platform. One of these is where we are. It moves in each moment and seems to change our existential perspective according to new thinking. 

This place is like a great cake filled with opinions, ideologies, and concepts, each with different tastes. Population from here take for themselves a slice of each thing only for pretending to have some belonging, understanding something that invents self way. It is a cultural accent, mannerisms, fashions, and behaviors, including a noble title, showing any class position, an identity from bread asleep, little pieces from the non-existent, crumbs under a desk, a recommendation letter, a medal, a card where are written something. The navel is a cave, a hole where there hides all cruel reality from dangerous humans of origin, where live the path of the comeback. The path comeback starts ahead and terminates ahead of the outset.

Someone does not know anything about making a choice,  a being that has only confidence about things produced and has a unique life shape and weakness, only right of options that refers to voting in itself is similar to moral normative from interest groups, to taste social, cultural, analogy by similarity, by ending does opt by the worst. Option bad comes from low awareness about yourself, and it seemed someone calling himself from an audience the same saying, want calls now for beside me no one more than me, gaze along the audience and discover that this Myself did not come. 

Maybe one day, a person can find, telling one another something, and in a conversation that they can do, they have the awareness that the options are limited, fitting only a possible ethical choice. In that case, the sense of the options is far out of ego, opting for others, understanding that if this guy does it to encounter in any place your Myself. Voting in the other, understanding the democratic principle, he will vote in the other, never in this order will be himself. A unique act, the motive for confrontation with thinking and reality beyond vanity, exhibitionist ignorance is complex, and any action needs to leave out a total awareness of itself brew our ignorance in the exhibitionist act are creatures that produce vanity. The men tried to close the time, and only they managed to find a time, trapping in the social division a time that did not exist.

A sense of possibility.

The leaves fall apart when on the air dancing unhappiness, falling with them out of hope, never returning. They are a loss from what is lost. A little piece from the system shows us the integrity of neither system. What falls is not a part if not an organic complex nothing. Coming to ground unfolds in death and other life, not like death that we know, but the processing of disorganization, to lose the organic condition to be less than an atom, than opened pores of the air, better than empty of a live conscience.

Living is an interval between what was and what will be. We are in this stage, the Eternal Return from what was life, but it does not arrive at the part of the desired life. In front of a quiet mirror, someone asks God what transforming into an old person experiences. Suddenly the mirror reflex tells you: I am not God, sorry. I am an idiot too. Alone at home. I was very lonely. I felt a sensation of loneliness. I had only a wish, a will of permanent, to continue in their condition to be alone. 

It was good, I was good. I was feeling good. Everything changed when I asked myself what that was, to me that it was the presence solitary of the whole existential time of humanity at me, in my awareness. All people from the lived by myself, and I was one of them. So I had a panic, a fear, a terror walking inside me, almost could not breathe anymore, I got dizzy, with nausea. Something was smashing my heart, and the pain of sadness invaded me.  I lost the ground, was the moment in which I felt lonely person. In just an instant, I created God. I asked him to take me out of this terrible state. Put me out of that emotion and feeling. I screamed, I cried. Nothing happened: I was alone.  Solitude is the sensation of staying with all the world ubiquitous in ourselves but with a violent weight of pain. Staying alone was the better thing that happened to me, and distant, very old than loneliness.

Sometimes someone stays, and others fly. So, it is not always suitable for the wing. You need skills. It is often by remaining that we go. How to know? Through the construction of self-knowledge, at the same time, it that is possible to choose. Sometimes it can be boring what more than appearance. It happens if we discover that this one is better for others all. It can be good that no one ever imagines it in a correct cadence. I want to say that are infinite possibilities to make choices. Options have a moral sense and the things as production results of knowledge. Options are also subjectivities that come from social morals and culture. The options through analysis, comparability, or analogy evaluation, comparing the two beside the same coin. Choices are construction that we create an ethical person.