Is there any Life before Death finally?

T

he biggest question humanity has set to its self is "where are we coming from and where are we going to?". That question reminds me of something like a huge, mysterious beast that apparently holds in its womb the precious secret, the magic recipe of eternal life. A creature of charm as you stare it from somewhere else, from a safe place above, yet so cruel and merciless once you try to face it. A grotesque romance is being born between us, the doomed race of the surface, and that demon who holds our treasure right in the middle of no mans land. Is it going to offer birth to that seed? Are we going to see the offspring of our dreams? A grotesque question. Grotesque like us, humans. We are like the law; the ideal system everyone hates most. Isn't that pathetic sometimes? Isn't miserable to try finding that beast in our dreams and kill it? Who said the hunter doesn't care about his victims? Of course he does. Actually he does a lot, cause it is a relationship of passion; a relationship that one part identifies the other. It's a passion really. The whole process is the key, the pleasure, whilst the end - the result - is just the "well done" to the chaser. But, would he be happy only with the "result" in his hands? No. No, he would not. Because what he enjoys most is the before! Life might be a passage, or a trial if you prefer. But who said she is less important than that something, that special we suppose to find in her end is? I wonder.


H
ave you ever tried to picture life in her entire spectrum? Have you, really? I tried once and I failed. I gloriously failed like a child fails to deal with his idols' world; life is so big and my imagination's army seems so small and weak to conquer each acre of her holy land. I am a king with no army. Hence, I am a king in me. Life knows that. She appreciates it, I'm sure. Well, I failed and I feel much better now I can say. I know that at least I don't have to abandon breathing for discovering something new. How I dare to think of something else whilst I haven't conquered the ground I step on yet. Seriously, I feel what I feel because I really feel that way. I know people who disagree; I know people who suffer because they "cannot" -they won't I would say - cope with reality effectively. Weak ones die and that makes death look smaller in my eyes. Don't ever loose your faith in you. And don't ever -never- confuse their faith with yours. Yours is pure. It is real!

T
here must be a conspiracy. Otherwise it is impossible to explain why people never take life seriously. And when I say seriously I mean like a journey, like an excursion that you can experience only once. We hear about death and with no trace of doubt seen in miles around we call him a Journey beyond. Beyond what? Beyond something we do probably know well, but we don't. Grotesque nature strikes back again; it is like the rope holding the balloon -our balloon- close to the ground, laughing against the wind's raging efforts to take it away. Who wants to conquer other planets when he doesn't have his own one done? Or are we so greedy finally we cannot control our appetite? Maybe we are the beast we look after. Yes, indeed. Maybe eternal life lies within us! Right there that nobody dares to dive. In pale, cold waters…

Y
ou should be very brave to commit suicide. It makes you feel like "god", a supreme being that has decided to change his environment; choosing another place to visit where he believes things are easier and probably more interesting. But, can you find Agartha by simply exchanging your whole life with a unique moment of bravery? A teardrop in the ocean? Is that enough? Wouldn't be much more painful and hard to stay here among the sheep and the wolves to build your own reality? There is life before death. I am sure there is, even though it tends to become as difficult to find her as your idol behind the mirror glass is no more you. Life is a game. There are rules you have to take under consideration. Interesting rules actually. Only the "big" minds of humanity had, have, and they'll always do their best to let you out of the play. With fake doctrines or arrogant principles will jail you, will trap you, and will keep you in the most miserable cellars of this earth. There where sun is so strong it will burn you forever. You, the lowborn one.

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ho wants to live forever? I do! I am ready to live forever like the sun and the moon and all those stars above. Being in orbit, watching, observing …you. I will miss you believe me. I will. But nobody will be there to hear my dainty words, and they will echoing in the open space like the promises for the enchantment land, becoming comets whose flaming tails will adorn your poor sky. I will keep everything inside me. Again and again and again and until forever. Because now I am the eternal one. The One. The only, lonely one. Your god has failed once again with me morals but I won't surrender. I will try to taste the juices of my beloved life 'till the day without end. And if they force me to leave, I will take her with me. She is mine and I am hers. We never die, you bloody stupid death.


EK/NIGHTFALL
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