I truly believe that a butterfly’s flying is billions times more extraordinary than any missile achievement we ever invented.

It seems that one of the deepest and most profound longing of the human being is to belong. As undoubtedly “social” beings, we almost desperately create and figure ways so as to feel that we are part of something, which we are, indeed, whether we want it or not … The point is that we are also a fearful sort of beings, prone to cowardice, thus rather than deeply and sometimes painfully feel our nature, we resort to surrogates meant to smoothen, dilute and avoid the discomfort, but that unfortunately and inevitably turn-up to be worse and more disastrous than not.

We create surrogates by scratching hypothetical, arbitrary and fleeting lines on the map of the planet and then pushing it back and forth by means of blood, sweat and tears, each struggling group gathered under the aegis of silly pieces of cloth stitched together in different colors. Moreover, inside those transient lines, we create zones that are even more desultory by bearing heralds and assembling under overrated banners so flimsy, that is a wonder how they can last even more than the twinkling of an eye.

Not satisfied by this, we insist on dwelling in the humungous idiotic illusion of belonging to an army, a navy, a social class, a caste, a political party, a club, a gang, a religion, a cultural association, a Platinum credit card elite, a yoga school or spiritual tradition.

The truth is that I feel stupid and tired of pleading the same and repeated words, hammering again and again over the same and by now splattered nail-head. I can’t hear nor read anymore my own words, but I refuse to belong to the most and utterly stupid part of the so called most “intelligent” specie dominating this Planet where I was bound to live.

I truly believe that a butterfly’s flying is billions times more extraordinary than any missile achievement we ever invented.

I opine “diversity” being the greatest gift ever bestowed upon us by nature, without diversity we won’t be what we are…and yes, we do belong, we belong to the universe…and perhaps not even to that.
If we do not understand this, we are lost, as maggots embedded in the threads of a cloth eternally and hopelessly spinning in the void…

…ion a ma’sn tombstone was engraved:
“Never born Never died
only visited this planet Earth
between (DOB) …and (DOD)”




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