The Road To Hell (II)

Learn to appreciate the art of an unparalleled existential image that you become what I suggested you experience through my emotions.

We were headed aimlessly on the endless paths of an ever-accelerating world, preoccupied with the transfiguration of reality and a new reflection on the meaning of life. Not only the existence of the fleeting and fugitive was handing me wherever I went, in an almost fictitious collage, because it seemed to me a hallucination of memory that did NOT overwhelm the reconstruction of the energy and freedom fragments that had almost fled from my soul. But, at the same time, my fears, the obsessive ideas someone is experiencing in a “trip of horror”, were crossing my path.

A life earned from a judgement of the self is like a machine that never stops, in order to reach some energy consumption parameters that should be framed in individual values such as: the spirit of a challenger . Everything seemed to be borrowed from one of Borges’ fantasies: my story was the symbol of who I was, as I lived at maximum intensity a life that was nothing but a spiritual torture of a piece of hell.

Leadership: Are you ready to set the axis of your destiny that is seen “reversed” in the mirror, in the complexity of intrigue and adventure in a complicated existential scenario that seems endless?

In my moments of driving dementia, hell only exists as a consequence of any instantaneous act, only if we are aware of the deviation of the direction and of the speed from the observance of some road norms. Nothing was in my way. With an autumn-like flared imagination, worthy of an artist who changes reality a bit when looking to link the present to the past, I stubbornly insisted to repeat a dream that seemed more than real, seeming to materialize constantly and irrepressibly.

The dream of offering myself up to unmeasured ambitions, having the character of the occasional adventures of the wandering knights in medieval productions, was a response to the evolution of safety. From the outward appearance of the action trajectory, that is to say, after the chain of events and circumstances flowing one after the other, everything seemed to happen under the magic impact of a conjunctive euphoria.

The mirage that always shines on the horizon is the intersection of art with the experiment. The art of looking at life differently and the experiment of believing yourself to be God. I stepped on red. I totally lost my sense of direction. The axis of my destiny, which was seen “reversed” in the mirror of my immeasurable ego, could be defined by exerting a new explosive action, combined with adrenaline, which succeeded in stopping when I violated the law.

The only existential scenario that seems to be endless is finding your own authenticity in the way you do priority things when you feel the need to test your limits.

I saw a woman on the side of the road with a face I knew as mine, reflected in the window. Thus, the road was no longer a temptation to escape from a quiet life, an increase in the speed with which you invade the feeling of HIGH, the feeling of dilating a moment of full vitality necessary in response to a foolish idea placed in a timeless universe and without limits.

In fact, the situation I was in was best described by Marguerite Yourcenar in “The Memoirs of Hadrian”: “I was admitting in this back and forth the movement of the gear of the immense machine I was pivoting for. I felt a moment of excitement at the sight of this lonely form, the flaming passage burning in the chest of the man in the midst of a world full of dangers.”

The woman walked to the front window and leaned very slowly. A terrible tension paralyzed me in the shadow of thinking that I would get more involved in a game full of uncertainties. Her marvelous face was seen as a deviation from optical realism, in the chiaroscuro of that misty autumn evening, as if through a magic of the most insignificant gesture, through a distortion of perceptions of the world, in the complexity of intrigue and adventure, a complicated existential, tempting and rarely encountered scenario.

Just when the heart beats disturbed my bare silence, the masterpiece of this unique presence was remarked by the excellence of the virtue of subordinating to the desire to like maximally, to indulge in a moment of savor, emotion, mystery. It seemed to be dominated by an immutable law by the infallible method of leading the temptation of those who penetrate into its visual perimeter. She seemed to want to enchant me with a magical incantation, suggesting the endlessness to the highest degree of the artistic creation to which a painter gives the vibration of the time lived with the dreamed one.

Leadership: What is the equivalent of the nuance of meaning you choose to fit into a life experience amplified by the intensity of emotion that someone has transmitted to you in a particular circumstance?

The equivalent of the nuance of meaning I chose to fit the life experience amplified by the intensity of emotion the mysterious being conveyed to me is the enlivening that never left me, the pride of always belonging to a fleeting moment.

In other words, the whole situation seemed a sort of rebellion of the confusion over a supposition of mutual acceptance between two similar beings with one goal: to not miss the occasion of an escape from everyday numbness, feeling the need to find what really matters for the exercise of life.

The road becomes a mystery of an uncertain present, a mystery of a soul that loves art and lives in its fullness due to the flavor with which somebody delights their senses, especially the savor with which they tell of their adventures. The road begins to be traced as an extensive symbolic way that makes it different from the reality of a no-perspective existence, from where my role to enter the field of vision of a high-vibrating being, and actually understand what it conveys, not only what distinguishes it from the rest of the world.

Judging by the way in which every existence divides the fate with the power of expression of a visionary mystic, making me a creator looking for compensation in the universe of continuous struggles with speed changes, flashing, turns and red crossings, with judgments and momentum impulses, I would say that I was sensitive to heroic attitude, to aspiration to great deeds, to the will to escape from everyday reality.

Leadership: Are you able to judge your own life from the perspective of an unexpected stall, with the help of the desire to be what you feel you are in a defining moment of someone else’s life?

Only the unexpected encounter with a man of the present moment, a mysterious character dominated by the sound echoes of some future time, can change something from the fragments of an intensely lived, but incoherent life through the exercise of intuition.

Reader. On your journey through the wilderness, from desert to fountain, you turned to the highway to hell. On the move, you have seen the intensity of a stimulus dependent on other truths in the world as if found in obvious contradiction with the logic of creation revealed in the logic of existence, being predestined to the transition from fictional to real, from general to particular. Which gives you some sense of repetition of a dream event.

And if you were stopped in infernal traffic and you noticed the face of a beautiful woman reflected in the window, it means you depend on the feeling of a deja-vu that whispers that you did not waste your time reading these lines. I became You, or like Borges says: “You have become what I have suggested to you to experience through my emotions.”

The unintentional stop in a space you do not know is the certain proof of a successful visual artist who knows how to recognize the possibility of escaping the banal, monotony, the routine of life, the impasse generated by the “absurd” on the path to a direction that can always be doubted.

Do you know how to appreciate the art of an unparalleled existential image?

The Road To Hell is the journey you make from imaginary to emotion, from revelation to reason, depending on the mirage of the sensational phenomenon of the transition from virtual to real, and vice versa.

* Note: Chris Rea - The Road To Hell