THE POWER STATION

It is freezing but I am not cold, there is no bigger power than the one that comes from the inner flame. Once upon a time there was a thunderclap waiting to be released from a matchbox. It was self-conscious, and it knew that its potential could supply energy enough make the world to stop starving. I started a test on how to use the unknown features that the mind holds, to the point from where anything should stop working, but it does, beyond logic. Completing the puzzle, getting the solution for the unsolvable riddle, with the quietness of an herbivorous while grazing, ruminating an absolute delicacy that must be shared. We are invincible; we are the outcome of a huge amount of superposing improvements. Think about all the overcome obstacles that led you here, and you still managed to survive; from the overpopulated flood of tiny invaders fighting to be the first burying the head, to the ingenious specimen that made possible traveling to space. But what easy come easy goes, the road is a striped creature with a hidden face resting on the jaws of death. We cannot take it for granted, the tongue can unroll at any moment as a toad’s, to retract and gobble the distracted ones up. Gray is the color of indolence, as well as wisdom’s. It takes an elusive instant to decide to which side the weighing inclines to, and this decision is only yours. B_Nour.