NO MAN IS A PROPHET IN HIS OWN LAND
I had the sad privilege to see with my own eyes and understand how having the most complex type of cerebral activity from all the species on this earth is a gift almost always overlooked. Not being able to see what you hate about yourself and the place you belong to within small communities of people seems to always turn into hatred to others.
Spending time alone with myself, thinking and overthinking.
I will meet in this life ungrateful, violent, treacherous, envious, uncharitable men, and my soul can neither be harmed by any of that, for no man can involve me in wrong, nor can I be angry with my kinsman or hate him/them, for we have come into the world do work, develop and create together.
For the first time of my life I felt careless and free. I called my sweet darling love, woke her up and told her I feel so proud of actually taking all my time I have and give it to her, leaving up all the money and concerns behind, and I must tell you this is the most happy I have been in a while. Everything I see and touch and feel and smell and meet is new and my spine is tickling, a sensation I haven’t experienced in a long time. I felt wisdom, courage, justice and temperance.
I made a pact with the devil a few seconds ago. But I know how to trick him; I already gave my soul to her.
