Life and Life of Human

 We live in a tremendously big world and although the universe is so vast, we reduce our living to a very small place under the sun. Just enough to survive and still have the impression to live… Is that enough?? Well for most of the people, yes. And that’s a sad reality.

 There are in reality two worlds…a world of human..where rules of men applies. A world of possibilities but within the walls of the collective unconscious. What we admit as real becomes the limits by which we live. Our believes, theories, hypothesis about what is possibly outside this bubble shapes the bubble’s walls itself. Our fear of the unknown gives us the needed energy to hold the structure together.

The other world is the universe in which our system lives. Imagine a vast land on which you would see a big drop of water lying on the ground, dark and shiny that couldn’t melt with its surrounding. It is so small compare to the rest of the universe…almost ridiculous. But humans are blind by their own nature to everything that goes around outside their little world…the only question that comes to mind is why? But there is no real need to answer.

In the universe, all we dream of, exist naturally but we keep thinking of it as a dangerous place to be. We cannot live facing the universe around our bubble. We can only live facing the idea we have about it and even, that idea will be forever a subject of controversy among people as to know which one has the best theory about it. But theories are what they are…theories..and that’s what man’s world is all about.

 Inside that bubble, there is no soul in itself, but the possibility to connect with a tiny part in ourselves that contains the connection to the universe outside…and that is where the soul reside. Inside our world, we can only relate to the soul as and idea, a possibility. All that is beautiful in our world is an idea about what is real. It does seem real enough but in the same way a dream looks real when we are caught in it. Funny how flimsy the reality seems when we wake up from a dream we took for real. Well, inside our world, it is…Ever changing, doubt as a basic, reassessing, changing our mind about it..etc. 

 Outside…everything is as it should be. No need of interpretations…imagination is a lead that helps to travel and discover it. 

Inside…the world looks sometimes like a nightmare. Love is a reality nobody knows and everybody wishes for. A place where we tend to give materiality to what should be left immaterial, with words and concepts…..Our fear to live is often greater then our thirst for love and understanding…