"Have we made a mistake agreeing to this Treaty of Classical Mixtures? Did the crucial dictation of the circumstances have fooled us into thinking that we can save our own kind and preserve our own power by finding a way to quicken our timely demise from the efforts designed to protect our very own talent and unique abilities?" "What do you mean? Is this a sign of regret on your part?" "I guess it is." "What do you think will happen instead if we did not take the chance of signing this instrument? That's all the desired benefits we actually have. To take the risk and explore what is beyond our comfort zone. No progress has ever been made in the safety of the harbor. All must sail their ships in search of a new frontier. Whether or not we obliged too early or negotiated its provisions quite very poorly, there is nothing much that will differ in the present circumstances, really." "But I guess we are all foolish actors somewhere in this m...

The poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese. Gilbert K. Chesterton WwW There was a crazy myth As it has always been About the tragedies reported Contained in the many dreams In the seriousness of life One must look further Within or without The process evolves, continuosly Into the container of sins The flesh that holds the fragility Of life, of spirit, of the tender soul Truthfully divulged In the fondness of thoughts It begins to unfold That all the evil hiding in the good Is simply waiting to implode Then: The dreams become nightmares Vividly renembered in its presence But now, there was an even clearer view The unlikely Waterbred Dragons Trying to defend their own From complete extinction Of fatal death As it flows, it moves The fundamentals of derivative creatures One might find himself deduced To take one's opinion On the many things To be seen, to be felt It must happen very quickly But cautiously, too That is most important Though clearly flawed, as wel...

 It was a massive painting hanging gloriously in the living room of the well-appointed mansion. The frame enclosing it was as beautiful as the painting itself; artists would generally refer to its subject as "surrealism" and its caliber is similar to the merit and style attributed to the great painter and surrealist René Magritte. The artwork itself is titled "Lucifer's Refuge," (a name that is already revealing) and the market price for this rare masterpiece has been presently valued at €75 Million, a rigorous thought concept of the re-imaginings of Lucifer's plight in his spiritual struggle, although the original painter who actually created the painting in water color was silent about the inspiration of the work. Many of those valuators (some are even respected professors of History of Art themselves) who were fortunate enough to make a perusal of the said artistic piece had one thing in common to say: that the strokes were impeccable and gentle in its ap...

I do like not knowing where I am going; wandering in strange woods, whistling and following bread crumbs. Tilda Swinton WwW I had a project for my life which involved 10 years of wandering, then some years of medical studies and, if any time was left, the great adventure of physics. Che Gueverra WwW We do not know what love is. We do know the symotoms of it, the pleasure, the pain, the fear, the anxiety and so on. We try to solve the symptoms, which becomes a wandering in darkness. We spend our days and nights in this, and it is soon over in death. Jiddu Krishnamurti WwW Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe. Anatole France WwW Trees go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast and far! John Muir WwW From the beginnings of literature, poets and writers have based their narratives on crossing b...

 Is it really a travel or a journey, and who cares actually? Is this how life is gonna be in the end? At the moment of conception, when a sperm cell (the one who won the race) fertilizes the egg, with all its might and biological utility, life is created almost instantaneously by the forming of an embryo from two major organic materials and secretions that the two opposite sex contributed, by couples presumably in love with each other. The process of procreation then becomes perfected, and life begins its first sacred journey towards mystery. As the baby further develops inside the enclosure of the womb, the mother waits patiently for the passing of time; in nine months, she will bring another human being into the world. As such, life commences its curious process of creating the physical body as the enclosure for the conceived soul. The fate of the newborn has already been determined for it; it had no opinion on whose parents it needed to have, what sex it must take, what physical...