"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
These times require extensive thinking, thoughts gain shape through actions,
and as a result the world we see is somehow changed... something like a small play, but played seriously.
And yet, other parts of this world, those which remain unseen,
elusive – they remain the same, as images of illusions hiding their true motives
behind something deeply perverting what most hold sacred… our liberties and
dreams. These ideas are in defiance of what most of us believe, endangering
what’s left of our humanity, drop by drop eroding it all away, again, somewhere
out of sight. Thus we become prisoners of conscience, naked branches in the
cold winter nights; and we’re doing nothing but time, spending it in vain,
awaiting for something to come… again, something elusive, never within grasp.
We need emotional content, in lack of it, we blindly obey…