The Thoughts

Stay "available" in the various agreements with the way of seeing the world, feeding the depositary of that part of you that others seek in themselves.

I was strongly inspired by the momentary wanderings of daily thoughts, accepting them differently, both those of virtue as well as those of the sin of being better than I could’ve been through the eye of a cold shadow called madness. They could’ve been seen as allegations of changes of personality, creations from the heights of a world that searches for itself in eternal models, flashes of insight. Everything was as if arising from a thinking full of fretting, from a trace of my presence in the virtual world of the beginning and the end, along with the potential of originality due to the extreme manipulation of the concept of art.

And yet, behind this obsessive thought, in the view that enveloped it, never caught in the web of some "always the same", we would distinguish the plausible explanation of a strange phenomenon, the membership to a happening touched by many looks. In the substance of an artistic thinking, pertaining to that borderless current of knowledge, in which are inserted beliefs subjected to the laws of science, the radioactive isotopes of a "welcome" are constantly formed. Please let me know your suggestions !

Thoughts are the story of an Ego looking for its own way into the territory of creative imagination, always hitting a subtle wall called the reality of the moment. This brings me to Doreen Valiente, the founder of the modern “Wicca” movement, who once said in one of his poems: “If you do not find what you are looking for, then you will never find that thing outside of you. For, behold, I have stayed with you from the beginning, and I am the one to which you will come at the end of desire.”

Can you draw a line between the imaginative process that makes you forget where you are and the storytelling that catches you and does not let you go so you can discern the meaning of an Ego who would want to grow all the time and unmeasured?

Convinced that I was facing a giant, myself in the perimeter of a truth with hundreds of versions, like an artist remained anonymous due to the nonconformist style adopted, refraining some transient passions, what cannot be seen, beyond the contradictory effects of doubt, I have decided to expose my thoughts in a hesitant language: that of feelings, of the heart, of light, and darkness.

My story seemed to be rather an extension of the feelings experienced by a poet who reformulated the reality of literature from a perspective of alterity, nuancing it as it brings new arguments to the belief that the only certainty as to its identity is that NOTHING is not certain.

So far I went with my imagination, into a space of duality in which I even adopted a philosophical attitude to reality, that I thought the only variant of a story that’s good for the public was a projection of thoughts and feelings about self-image which I was aware of in the phenomenon of cultural pathology.

Could something like this not exist, or did it exist only in my researching imagination? Involuntarily, corresponding with the world of art, unable to be repeated, but rather forged with focus and maximum control, whose images represented nothing other than the particular into the eye of the lost, I have chosen the path I judged to be the closest to achieving a thing I wanted to do: to penetrate what eluded me increasingly more often.

Can you take a handful of ashes with an unseen hand and prove the effect of "please let me know your availability" within the relevant section of a substantive rationality?

Let us remember that senator, former prosecutor, Mr. Earl "Nothingness", from the work of Hugo. What was he thinking aloud before Bishop Bienvenu?

"Following my death, catch me if you can ! Take a hand of ashes with an unseen hand. Let us speak the truth, we, the initiated, who know the underside of things as well. There is no good, nor evil, there is only comfort. Let us stare things in the face. Let us examine them in all details. Damn it ! let us go within them. We must know how to penetrate the truth, to rake the earth and discover it. Only then do we test the rarest of joys. Only then do you feel strong and happy."

Blending ideas with phantasmagoria full of long shots, who could guess what goes through the mind of a man who masters the art of sayings in the flickers of unspoken things, meaning an entry-exist from the space of insistent thoughts?

Whoever formulates his thoughts in words, in the context in which the mind is filled with various images, can learn a new perspective of things by which to see the meaning of each one, especially in light of the revealed thoughts. The truth that emerges from the thoughts is identified with a less palpable reality, but which has the gift of making you better understand the life of a poet, his obsessions and his embarrassment, from the perspective of a very original artistic imagination dynamic.

Thoughts are notes and reflections to be heeded from those written by others, in some you see yourself, validate yourself, stop there, and nothing happens. In others you can observe how, much more powerful than you realize you are as a person, like an artist reaching the perfection of his work through a Sisyphean rigor, a voice is insinuated in a crescendo mode: Be happy, crush the vastness of dull eternity !

Truly, the momentum of exposing your thoughts in a language of feelings and expectations brings to leadership the special vibration of that unique moment in which are interwoven a multitude of undefined sensations that determine you to feel so happy. Being crossed by a shiver of surpassing the state of fact, you head, according to the duty and habit of faithfully showing what represents you mysteriously, towards the conquest of a depth in what regards the rendering of the image of the underside of things.

The substantive rationality that is part of the language of a poet who wishes to enrich his creativity in searching for subjects of great use for literary progress replaces the obligation to turn a common thought into a king’s equal in a new world.

Are you the exponent of a world whose main feature is courageous improvisation?

The Thoughts are a very difficult hiding spot, but they are also the ones that start the race towards a more involved world. To take a handful of ashes with an unseen hand is similar to being revived in a multitude of cluttered thoughts, thawed by the echoes of a fabulous world, which, through a special logic, through an efficient communication, through a special and broad interpretation, get to be considered as being an absolute truth in the spell of greatness of a character. Now that’s a capacity for transformation.

In this sense it is necessary to find and divulge that essential part of yourself that others seek in various ways – in discussions, books, movies, in life experience, in imaginary worlds, various characters, in the connection with the dynamic of a contradictory reality, etc.

It can be said that you are "available", in the various agreements with the way of seeing the world, when you stay true to that good part of you that defines you, but especially when you feed the depository of that part of you that others seek in themselves. Only then will you experience the rarest of joys. Only then will you feel strong and happy.