The Being Whose Essence Is The Infinite

The leader is like an actor on stage who must be both a character and a narrator.

What terrible mistake did I make when I employed myself into practicing the most solemn ways of thinking, fueled by the game of approaching and distancing yourself from the fascinating world of science, symbolically woven through letters and lines, around the measured value of the concentration of the artificial and the natural, the personal and the impersonal? Had I let myself be influenced by the mystical force of the subconscious, to which the conscious mind gave shape to, transmitting suggestions to it based on your lived experiences?

In what extraordinary mistake was I cast into when I hoped to offer my knowledge gained with ample work as food to the mostly experimental science, instead of the intensity of living, of the peculiar emotion that akin to the river which flows into a sea without tides, knows only a part of what constitutes the core of an existential approach?

If the characteristics of a vector quantity are the valued measure and orientation, by orientation meaning direction and meaning of size, then I was, symbolically speaking, only a position vector, i.e. an oriented line segment, with origins in the origin of a system of Cartesian coordinates that cannot be solved. Can anyone limit a being that carries within its essence the infinite, but that sees itself torn and scattered from the reality of its own existence?

I would’ve wanted to be a benchmark against which the undeniable quality of life can be measured and set, or rather the owner of the absolute truth for the benefit of manifestation and transformation of consciousness, able to live in a complete different world, tailored after my own heart, opposing any interference that may deviate from my course of action determined by the requirements of beauty and humanity.

Maybe I should’ve been given the authority of creator of meanings, but I think I wouldn’t have known what to do with it. I would rather have wanted to be a benchmark of existence based on using inner resources, a body animated by warm rays of light, not a dividing line between dream and reality. From where the power to enlighten my way had to have come?

Can you call yourself the sovereign of in-depth continuity of your inner life, depriving yourself of the copyrights of exploiting that "conventional" of story that meets the need to overcome the opposing appearances?

Leadership is like a story from which each draws their own conclusions, but also the direction to follow, which we often do not even believe in because it contains a lot of morality, a lot of new information, suspense, mystery, but also a dose of selfishness. Sometimes this story is dramatized more and more, thus gaining weight and complexity.

Enumerating the two landmarks in the ever-larger string of observations concerning the relationship between life and reality, such as freedom of thought and freedom of expression of beliefs, we can say that man is a sovereign of continuity through one of the two major functions of himself, "fast forward" or "rewind". The former has a clearly defined share in assessing an uncertain evolution and the latter tends towards an obsolete state, altering core values.

We confirm this from the fact that the writer may can not be alienated by the world he finds himself in, showing himself indifferent towards all that is beautiful and human. He is able to measure perceptions that create emotions, at the same time with the experiences that induce a trance state, from which the images of the great script will then be released. Or, just as well, the writer can be a self-model of attachment towards the evolution of a profession that exercises its prerogatives on the border between unlimited knowledge and the maximizing of potential for the dissemination of ideas through the production of scientific fuel.

He can be a man whose soul closely resembles a puzzle easily represented on the map of life, the pieces being found in the way he is involved in renewing it.

Are you linked to trying to replace the "infinite that keeps your life in a vacuum" trying to justify the story you title "In dialogue with MY SHADOW"?

Two instances attract in the writer’s field: the intelligent word which, if placed properly, can tangle or untangle the thread of the story; and the need for a possible change in content and style that can give the writer a sense of strangeness or a feeling of unreality (acting as a sweet poison) that inevitably continues to exert secret influence on his life.

The leader is like an actor on stage who must be both a character and a narrator, a reference point for life and a reference point for science, developing within the game of reciprocity a certain autonomy in collecting private funds of the "index" type, which stores values that seem most important. Some guide his behavior and way of thinking, others determine the quality of his moods, his faith, his actions and relationships that he has with the reality of his own existence.

If you want to live in a completely different world, tailored to your heart’s content, which opposes any interference that could deviate you from the course of action established by the demands of the beautiful and the humane, then set your leadership inwardly when you play a huge role on the stage of life. Writing is the first step towards that reflection on the meaning of life, coming from the presence of an artist of language imaginings that wants to interrogate the way the world is made, how everything works so closely with his state of mind.

But can you, maybe, do this – one hundred percent – without losing, for even a second, the connection with the desire for ascension that pants within you the aspiration towards conquering a different world, of the infinite that maintains your life in vacuum? Your soul feels the need for a merger with the infinite that you constantly create from your account of a man addicted to a reality that self-transforms?

Life in the void is an as of yet unwritten story awaiting its narrator. And the infinite that keeps life in the void is the time, the state of expectation of an inspirational spark that may or may not come from higher people who could enhance their artistic abilities according to the outer and inner realities.

A story that you title "In dialogue with MY SHADOW" takes into account man’s fundamental need to express himself as he is, to rediscover himself, to detach himself from the world through a living transfiguring emotion.

This emotion may range from an approach to the temporality of inner life, to the representation of the timelessness of a pleasant conversation with one’s own consciousness, as well as an elaborate metaphorical construction.

The Being Whose Essence Is The Infinite is the protagonist of a stunning tale of hope, faith and the miracle of life, which only knows the monologue of a man alone but empowered with horizons that are much greater than things ephemeral of this world, caused by the emergence of much more different realities than anticipated.