It's Probably Me
Try to understand who you are when you lose yourself in someone else.
I have adapted myself to a reality of suspicion, which I have never wanted to admit, though I have been warned by the mechanisms of knowledge, intuition, and the need for truth that extend beyond experience, as if with the purpose of diverting the natural towards something even more pretentious. A traversal of the absurd? Real fiction?
My past, reborn in a present determined by the magnetic forces of creation subjected to a sense that exceeds it and which, at the limit makes it possible between potentiality and act, between subject and realization, refusing almost a deepened theorization, finds no place, being a foreign body that triggers a gigantic reaction in my soul.
I ask myself, who’d watch for me? Forgetting the meaning of the moment that dies, to understand the essence beyond appearance becomes a spiritual awakening of the one experiencing the hidden hurdles to arrive at deductive undertakings of sapient knowledge, desirable but difficult, which seeks to restore the right faith along with the revival of the particular initiative of revision of the theme called: God.
Dynamic waiting? Exploring the limits of understanding some illusions? Some things cannot be captured in words, but only in the constituent matter of the immaterial. Without imagination taken too far, and so lost in decoration and ideas, yet another step without which I cannot climb further, on the verge of a reduced fulfillment to the abstract, never satisfied, resembling Don Quixote believing himself to be defeated, powerless in the face of a lack of success of his deeds.
Do you assign probability values to clarifications meant to give you meaning, inexactly evaluating your abilities in relation to the moments of uncertainty that you face?
A solitary voice to speak out and set me free. I hate to say it, I hate to say it, but it’s probably me. For like a question to which you do not get an answer, I feel engaged in a pseudo-scientific attempt to justify a possible foreign intervention to which the measure of measurement is applied: plurality.
Something that only asks me about what is hiding, something that only answers about what is known, the compatibility of the combinations of vision and the critical attitude overriding the character of what is concrete. Phew, another parable de-alienation, a continuation of returning to myself from "the something else I had completely lost myself into". A subjective experience that I can’t get enough of comparing it to a paradoxical creation in a relationship of joining contradictions between the self and the alter-Ego.
We often find ourselves faced with scientifically grounded situations that we do not know how to traverse, to understand and channel towards different ways of action that we ourselves, caught in our own paradigm, could not see.
The order and matching of circumstances to reach the fulfillment of a proposed result is only a critique of the foundations of science related to the reality resulting from the confrontation of meanings that condition the functioning of the relationship with the unrecognized within an independent experience. An integrated experience in the generous concept "just an ordinary guy". If you wake up in the morning in a stranger’s coat, no one would see you.
An ordinary guy is a Don Quixote tilting at windmills, not accepting his passions, so that at the end of his self-seeking he can free himself from the marsh of conformism and the "wise" quietness. He represents a symbol of an active ethic, the limiting moment of a salutary aspiration towards perfection, which he will only touch by revealing himself.
The clarifications meant to give you meaning come from the objectivity that judges your authenticity on the basis of the personality profile obtained through a never-satisfied Alter-Ego, born of turmoil, uncertainty and contrasts, from aspirations that are always subject to lucid analysis.
An extension of self-experience is a reversal of the old constraints that limit you, subject to the intention to appreciate that "something else" where it is present, constantly creating contexts of interpreting reality.
With an increased sensitivity to the content of art (perceived as an object of science), I try to plunge myself in search of answers to all the dilemmas that run through my mind. That beyond everything that torments me, contrasting with my deepest aspirations, beyond the subjective interpretations of personal experiences and the denial of holy truths, lies a kind of madness of the fight with myself.
A non-acceptance of unanimously accepted conventions. A surpassing of limits. An exaggeration, whether it’s a passion for an idea, a cause, a mission, or discovery.
Romanian writer, Tudor Vianu, believed that since Sancho Panza was fully "quixoted", it is normal for him to become a Don Quixote instead of the other.
When the world’s gone crazy and it makes no sense, there’s only one voice that comes to your defense: that voice of the stranger in you. Because I do not recognize myself as being the same as before, devious in everything that helps me be myself, something worthy of an imagination carried on a peak of confusion where there is no time limit, but only a cry in the wilderness addressed to an unseen God.
Thus, loss of self in a game that generates something akin to a utopia of self and nothingness that characterizes a cold, cold ground. Me and myself in the labyrinth of loneliness, too well placed to unlock anytime soon, surrounded by the science that still awaits its answer. You’re not the easiest person I ever got to know, and it’s hard for us both to let our feelings show.
The real stake of personal redefinition is the acceptance of everything you feel about the living mystery of the dissimulated life between two people: an idealist who does not let himself be beaten and a rebel whose folly is "a form of superior wisdom".
It's Probably Me whenever I try to understand who I am when I lose myself in someone else.
When you are face to face with yourself, do you feel that you are someone else? Is your spiritual evolution accomplished by analyzing and assuming your own qualities and flaws when you think through Don Quixote’s brain?
