Mea Culpa

Rise up from the midst of a rebellious world that contracts or expands simultaneously with the universe in which all horizons are open.

I never asked to lose myself in beginning of the world atmosphere from the book of creation of the Almighty God, which the dynamics of thought contained in the continuation of previous questions to experience transmitted it step by step, from the heights of the echo of the universe.

I never knew to keep, to seek, to grasp, to understand with that grace of the comfort of a silence beyond the ages, the mysterious meaning of existence that wants to deceive the appearances of a world in opposition to other worlds. Be careful not to place them under the sign of a compensatory realism. Lord have mercy !

There is also a character, Marius Pontmercy, from Hugo’s work, with whom I seem to share the same agreement of the mind, not to give in to the big universal questions.

Sometimes this unleashed spirit, troubled by so many ideas, was so disturbed, so far away from them that it was hard to find them anymore. He heard unexpectedly about philosophy, art, history, and religion. He encountered strange aspects and, as he did not know how to look ahead, was sure he was looking chaos in the face. The angle at which he viewed everything began to change its place constantly.

That’s how I became a prisoner of personal nothingness, a strange writhing inside, with the sadness of the soul of a wandering artist who increases his mysterious suffering only to the hearing of inconvenient ideas. My world, in the spiritual light obtained by revelation, often belongs to a moment in which, under the heavy rain of remorse and the persistence of doubt, I experience the feeling of escape. Mea Culpa.

Do you try to overcome the dimensions of an understanding that is a game of unclear meanings precisely because it is not considered to be the center of your rational claims?

A whole act of consent with an unacceptable form of madness, by segmenting the rules of the composition of a mysterious character to more open consciousness shades, unfolds in front of the eyes, with increasing glances of frightened stars and anxieties. Je veux aller au bout de me fantasmes. Je sais que c'est interdit. Je suis folle.

I am letting myself go into a game that seems to generate a utopia of the Ego and nothingness that characterizes me in a life close to the contradiction between God and man renewed through compositional texture creation, the law of attraction is just a small part. I give the response I feel I need to give and leave nothing without trying to understand, even if the deal is followed by a real distance.

I often invite you in the middle of telling stories from other times as a determinant of words expressing the division of time, dancing with eternity between myself and a mirror with an infinity of meanings, to decipher the mysteries and symbols of a rise from the heights of the heavens I contemplate subjectively. Words without a meaning, just fading away.

Because of my desire to be here and elsewhere at the same time, je suis la et ailleurs, I often rise up from the midst of a magic and disturbing world that shrinks or expands simultaneously with the universe in which all horizons are open.

A mere continuation of the infinite, thrilling by the tendency of losing myself between the symbols imprinted on sensibility and the mind that belong to spirituality consistent with science, shakes me like an earthquake. In a way that suggests that I might give in to my tendency to abandon my art model. Je ne dors plus.

The turning point of your evolution, which leadership must recognize as absolutely necessary, consists in the mental detachment of the fundamental determinations that arise from trying to understand yourself and to understand the world from the perspective of a man passing through the solicitation of the madness to believe in something beyond the limits of the reason he possesses and glorifies.

Mea Culpa is, in fact, the reflective and philosophical content of a reality beyond the unanimously accepted natural barriers of understanding beyond the frontiers of knowledge and imagination, in which the miracle is represented by leaving it.

As a thinker, you will always be followed by a sort of Mea Culpa when you try to know something that does not obey the known laws or the probabilistic laws of the results you expect. The whole blame you take is that you try to force the limits of a knowledge that, at least from a certain point of view, exceeds you.

* Note: Enigma - Mea Culpa