I have found an immaterial place of stone where I can settle my mind in the chiseled events of the life to come.
More than a physical reality, I know it can become a concrete and safe room for all the cycles I need, to become one. With life, knowledge, family, friends and me. The other me.
I have it in my hand but there’s a part of me that keeps screaming for independence of the mind. The one trapped in a body of lust and illusion, that foresees only the deliverance of pleasure and conflicts in itself with the altruist human reining in the egoistic entity. A part made of matter from the darkened souls, sucked from the core of unawareness and delusion that only society can provide.
One by one I have a titanic record of magnetic iterations that provides biographers the volumes they need. In this place I inspire many more. I have in me the stories of creation, innovation, invention, inspiration, all created from the mind that sees others like their never had, thus, I also keep in me all the hesitation that others had and this makes me full. Here, ready to explode from the pressure of my own disappointment and despair, I have to be away, far far away, in order to keep them safe.
I’m still near, but I have to contain inside me the waves of energy that dissipates existence from space and time.
I have found inside what thrived others to advance and now it’s the time to reverse the directional flow of me.
the MONSTRUKTOR