I never wrote a story, I only share thoughts.

When you write a story you’re either on the border of gossip or making up a character that probably reflects who you would like to be, instead of who you actually are.

I am trying to discover a new hidden avenue of thought in this we call life. Since junior school and throughout all my education I had to understand how things happen, what kind of interraction produces all sorts of events in our life, as a practical technical explanation of ingredients that made them happen, but the missing avenue is about the purpose that those things happen.

Within our 3D machines that we call bodies, we are lead to believe that we are free, just like in the modern zoos where all the animals seem free. We don’t need to take charge of breathing, or making our hearts beat, its all authomatic, we have a very limited range of vision and hearing, Our machine’s design is not adecuate to leave the surface , no going upwards, no going dowmwards, actually no going anywhere.

Of course we fool ourselves with our technological Tower of Babel, we are shown pretty pictures of the planets and stars providing us with the seductive thought of getting out of here, but there is no escape.