Life is always more mysterious. Maybe because everything is changing. The "big brother" is trying to monitor all of this change, but it is certainly not an easy task. Is trying to frame the trends of cultural processes in place to forecast where we're going. But life with its mystery hangs over every attempt of our civilization and our thought processes to understand and pigeonhole. Power
is deluded with control to maintain its place: but these rigid
structures of thought and organization does not help us and make us lose
sight of what matters most. While we run behind fill patterns and conventions respecting the soul is left behind with its questions. But especially the link with this physical body puts us in front of unresolved questions: why am I here? Why my conscience manifested itself in this person? And
the physical body with its fears and needs makes us tremble and fight
against other people who are exactly consciousness manifested in a
physical body as we are. And this fight is also ritualized shots of models and conventions. Sometimes in the name of these conventions and beliefs we suppress or ignore the physical life. Human bodies are thrown away because we find ourselves fighting over a small space. Or people with fewer fears are trying to arrange other with more fears and limitations to their advantage. And this is to pass the baton of the physical body to future generations. But the thought? But civilization and non-violence? But
respect for ourselves and for others and the culture that is
transmitted from jar to jar that is represented externally from our
physical body? If life becomes a journey of hardship and violence what is transmitted to another consciousness in another physical body? What remains in our consciousness of this struggle? How to simplify this uphill race that jeopardizes our common physical vehicle that is our planet?
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| "The Colour Brown" by Vanessa Schlachtaub Bruni © |


