Momentary Leadership

Stray away from what affects you, without detaching yourself from what you expect to happen.

I was thinking bitterly of the days passing in the silence of a partial, scientific and artistic gaze, encompassing only the strange phenomena of nature, the last machines of death created under the aggressive agent’s infectious regime, as an anomaly of genes resistant to any antibiotic. By translating this aggressive agent into a more plastic expression, from the perimeter of authentic writing, I could lean on that apocalyptic scenario that begins with “I got sick of death, but death wants to keep me alive as an exponent of animalism.”

These zombies that are surrounded, that death itself seems to fear, cannot be transformed into a symbol of martyrs dedicated to medicine, no way whatsoever, they are a failure of the lack of observation capacity of medical researchers. Completely hopeful, as a last escape from the infernal weave from the insides of a death sentence, I tried to delimit myself from everything that was not presented to me by intuition as a clear and distinct knowledge, in order to create a creative reality that provokes you to ask yourself: So is everything destined to happen?

Enlightened by the selection of a potential, particular, and random significance of this condemnation, raised to the rank of a pearl of consciousness that necessarily wanted itself customized with the addition of a forceful assumption over the existential condition, I set my own principles as a single picture made by a great artist – I could only pronounce my verdict for a specific epistemic obligation. The moment I saw everything in perspective I chose to move on my way. I'm Gerry Lane, and the pencil that now comes to life in my hand belongs to the researcher who is trying to observe something that all other doctors miss: the cure.

I seemed to be framed in a trailer called "live for today for tomorrow never comes", in which the art of survival, guessed by reason and imagination, started gaining the shape of psychological thriller. It was as if it were a painting of an extravagant, disturbing and stupefying fantasy, such as Salvador Dali’s "Visage of War", where the constituent elements – a gigantic view of the sand – mingled into an irrational combination of real and unreal.

Can you delimit yourself from everything that is not presented to you by intuition as a clear and distinct knowledge for the creative reproduction of a reality based on appearances?

An appearance-based reality is the result of an image that constantly fascinates you with the dose of fantasy it contains, but which also makes you lose the power to abstract, the power to understand by reflection, and does not give you the opportunity to formulate opinions based on sound arguments, according to your responsibilities. How have all my theories and intellectual schemes implemented with accumulated results helped me cancel out a reality that is so contrary to any means of defense and to perceive a positive trend of limitless positive thinking?

Surely. I would get used to the sum of ultimate truths of a singular experience, typical of a "self-made man" emerged in the midst of a merciless savagery. I asked of God, this master of unforeseen twists, the indulgence of separating myself from those holy by inducing new biological effects as well as reducing those adverse in the exaggerated solicitude of an introverted manifestation doomed to a research activity.

Like a wandering hidalgo, I endured the weight of exploring a wilderness from which there was no escape, from which the unmistakable forms of an evil called the end of the world, of a grotesque chaos generating chaos, humiliating and dirty, suffocating and overwhelming with the force to ruin the need for order specific to the spirit of life.

The first principle of prudence that meets leadership reads as follows: "Stray away from what affects you, without detaching yourself from what you expect to happen."

The sense of superior power, from the comprehensive understanding of the causal idea to the lucid and unforgiving analysis of the state of transformation of existence in its totality, seemed to spring from the depths of a living, beyond the horizon my eyes and mind perceived.

I began to see my existence, value, reactions, through the desire to advance into an action game, divided into pain and pleasure, fair and false, inside and outside. Of course, I take into consideration the variant that I only left myself in the company of the unpredictable to test and discover myself.

In leadership, what you expect to happen in a different light than the one you are used to resembles the attempt to make the unbelievable believable: you must be prepared to expect a miracle from a different experience than the one you are already used to.

Momentary Leadership is a reflexive vision whose first feature is an enormous strictness and an creative approach to the mission you confer upon yourself in a brief retrospective of the unusual situations you went through..

This mission will attract the information units you work with: images, shapes, symbols, sorting abilities, of bringing together parts of a whole, of appropriation, of establishing similarities and differences based on comparisons between what happens to you and what is highlighted by those two forms of existence: life and death.

At the same time, this mission comes as a confirmation of a single wish: to test your self-confidence level and to discover yourself as a painting that needs some shading from bright to dark in order for its image to be understood.

* Note: World War Z