Is impossible to love the mankind if we don't love someone concretely, before.
Just the love beats the hate, but...did occident lose this love?
There's something infinite inside the human, something sub-atomic and infinitesimal: even our eyes project the rays of the sun: is not the sun, the light is thrown by our eyes...but we're afraid.
Our thinkings can materialize the energy; our mind create atoms and the neutrinic energy, that can go on through the matter without leaving a trace.
The cosmic radiations influence us constantly, but we reject them sending the shortest waves to the outer space, creating stars on the run. But we're afraid.
Our soul, or karma; is just stellar matter, electrons that behold ourselves from the...stars on the run.
The cosmic psychology talks about us all along the dramatic theatre of the space ¿isn't curious that a human mind can imagine an inexistent particle, and then, this particle appears in the cosmic radiations?
Because from Einstein we know that the matter is energy: the sex gives birth to the intelligence in the man, but it can give birth to his animality, as well...but the love...did we lose this love?
What does happen when you die with those atoms of your body that were ruled by your mind?
Because those electrons and protons can not disappear: so where your thinkings will go?
Slowly, the mankind is mutating because of the kozmik radiations; but we're afraid: everything a human mind can imagine, does exist, did exist, or will exist. But we're afraid.
Afraid of what?
We thought the knowledge only was in the libraries...but it's inside of us, and written in the high, high stars.
Or what for do you think they exist..?
The supreme scientists are the artists associated with the magic, that was the science of the first men, that are the last ones: the supermen of the instinctive intelligence.
...But we're ashamed of love...
"...One day Adam rejected his God, his magic-father; his magic-God.
Then he was blinded by the snow of Caledonia -by the anal magma, the infra-green-.
...Running away, he did arrive to Gibraltar, where he could watch the spectrum of the galaxies moving to the red, and to Kepler losing his mind under Pisces: the Messiah of Abarbanel...
...And were his years 444, and he did sleep with his parents, that are we.
We.
And did sleep with the nebula of the sleeper ones, under Aries.
...One day God rejected his Adam; His magic-son; His magic-homo erectus of Times Square.
And it was called the day when God was lonely; because so it was called that day.
...Then Jehovah climbed His Holy Mountain. From Hebron to this side.
Under the blue-black night sky, that was orgasmed in white stars cum, under the silvery arch of Sagittarius, that shone tenebricose; Jehovah climbed His strange calvary of Sucot...
And Jehovah cried bitterly."
If our conscience wakes up, we can be masters of our reality: the life is automatic, and never ends.
But we are afraid.
Faster than the thought, motionless, is the ONE.
Motionless, he does surpass the others who run. The love.
Today, our own screams of horror are received from our radio telescopes, and we can not realise that are our own voices coming from the most distant stars.
Our body is producing laser from the beginning of the times, since forever; but...we are afraid.
With our brain, we re-order the cosmos, by nuclear fission. Passing a foton to electron, this one gets hooked by an ion: there we got the matter done, so we create ourselves when we die; we can create us in hate, or in love...or in indifference: whatever we are going to be, it's up to us...
There are humans who are returning to the roadside of the neanderthal constantly; the movement is the matter itself; the afterlife is this life, if we do not experience this existence won't know what the eternity is.
We need to turn our intelligence into instinct: the instinct never fails.
In fact, our instinct is our real intelligence...
But we're. Afraid.
It's impossible to love the others if we don't love ourselves, first.
And to love someone is necessary to understand him, first.
...Do you understand yourself?
Are you scared to see what there's inside of yourself?
The life is automatic, the instinctive thinking never fails; to act and to think at the same time: we become the action in thinking.
..Because we got this instinct inside of us since the dawn of the times; and it is also in the stars that are...on the run...
I wonder if we will stop being afraid someday. Some. Day.
Someday.
