TRUTH CRITICAL UPDATE

Is it gone? Is it gone forever? It is almost like it would be forbidden to think of such a possibility, even bringing up the idea does not fit into the four corners of our limited knowledge. And what about the focus?  Whenever the feathers swing down the biggest of the voids, they dye with poetry the foreign view, that from which we become witness, observant fearing turning again into participant. There are ropes turning into strings weakened by not pulling, that is a crime. This kind of behavior is inflicting a derogatory treatment on Atlas. Who did you became long ago, by choosing to step out of the center, out of the privileged west? There where the wind rose is just a flower tattooed on some sailor’s forearm. There is a place without latitude and longitude where the beings alike are starting a pilgrimage to. Like everything that is seen with the eyes or, in some way, perceived in different percentage with a mix of senses fools us, this caravan is not following any shining star on the sky. The carpet is full with wholes, the light filters through minuscule orifices projecting a shadow of hope. It resembles a dream board, with an ambivalent application: 1a.Starry shower head, drinking water for the lost. 1b.Filtering liquid to get drowned, filling up lakes to satiate the trusting. We weren’t seen coming into human shape; we don’t know how that happened oh… we don’t know that we don’t know. I step up one stair; I see the population swirling in spirals of technological advance falling down the cliffs of self-discovery. If only for a second I could make clear for you to see that it is as easy to step in as to step out. I keep on dealing with it almost on a daily basis, as the thunder splits my head to possess my hands, as the smile is erased from my face due to the dependence on the conventional state, as I feed the hunger of the antithetical profit. There are days in which the point is gone, bouncing from the concrete bundle that I can bite to a multiversal holodeck. I feel you, if that is even possible. There is so much more to squeeze from the apparently dry fruit that seeing you sitting numb by the gates of heaven is giving me the exhilarating answer, even in the abandonment beginnings will blossom from crumbles. B_Nour