"This place is curious, this place is a non place. It’s not located in some secret corner of the soul, since there are no secrets; it’s actually devouring the entire inside, projecting itself on the outside… gaining substance, encouraging stings, thirst and hunger all around."
- Natura Principia
There it is, his everlasting desert. A
desert with tales of ancient deeds aged in the wisdom of the sand, forgotten
in the pain of the fresh desert wind.
He kept on moving forward, never looking
back. He knew that back there, there is nothing left, at least not for him. All
the symbolic of this desolate realm capture his inner condition. Everything he
had represented since forever, is hidden somewhere undreamed in this
undiscovered landscape. So persistently he walked on earth without any ground, a region sculpted for no human walk.
There he wasn’t accompanied by any color, but there was neither darkness nor light
left for his tired blue gaze. He kept on grabbing for the mystic which lied
before him, a mystic curious by nature, so unthinkable and unknown to its very core. He opened his
senses to receive within himself the completeness of the silence that had
surrounded him. He harbored this tranquility; a serenity which had incorporated
itself deep inside his bones, and from the core within there was glitter with
an ember of a secret sun.
This unnatural emergence had brought back his breath and the
deep blue in his eyes. He felt alive again in this non place, right here –
amongst the stars and all the secret moons; in his kingdom made of sand, a
kingdom of one.