WE ARE SPIRITUAL BEINGS TRAPED IN A PHYSICAL FORM. 
FOR EVER DREAMING OF OUR INFINITE SELF, ALWAYS HOPING FOR PHYSICAL REASSURANCE. FLOATING IN THE SEA OF TIME ON OUR CANOE OF CONSCIOUSNESS. 
FOOLED TO BELIEVE THAT WE ARE ON A JOURNEY OR A PILGRIMAGE WHEN THE FACT IS THAT IT IS THE UNIVERSE ITSELF THAT FLOW ALL AROUND US AND THROUGH US WHILE WE PIERCE OUR SUBJECTIVE REALITY WITH OUR GAZE.
ONLY WHEN WE WILL LEARN HOW TO SIT STILL INSIDE OUR INNER SELF, WHILE IN THE SAME TIME FOCUSING OUR EVER GROWING TUNNEL-VISION TOWARD THE LIGHT, THAT WE CAN PERCEIVE THE COMPLEXITY OF CREATION.. GOD.. OUR SELF.
ONLY THEN CAN WE BREAK (if only for a glimpse of a breath) THE TRAGEDY OF THE HUMAN CONDITION, WHICH IS THE ATTEMPT TO CONTAIN THE INFINITE IN THE BORDERS OF AN FINITE PHYSICAL FORM.

BE LOVE=BELIEVE=BE LIFE

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