The obsession of Wondering: I esteem absorb what subsists. Listen its potentials, taste the frames of the elements,

feel their collective changes, watch the rearrangement of the textiles, further smell the sulfuric acid of random chaos. Since I was little, I’ve spent hours thinking about very complicated issues, as well as why my soul is existing inside

my body and not underneath my best friend's cranium; why my father, mother, sister are so paranoid about countless things and I am not; is it possible surviving alone, within my own, all over the planet; why I am loving so many different people, if people just dear a few; countless times, I was lonely, securely seated for hours, in a state of non-awareness, thinking of nothing. But actually, and now I know it, I was deep resuming my previous minutes, hours, days, weeks, agitatedly, without having the perception. It’s impossible not thinking in something. Diverse people have different velocities plus packages to deliver, however all of them are distributing brainy electrical signals every single second. Yep, even monks plus yogis.

By aging, I’ve gained new answers vs. why's plus wherefores, forever separating easily the different “Stages of Life”: Surviving Stage - breathing, eating, drinking, talking, dropping off wastes, playing, walking, friendship, love, sex, etc.; Sleeping Stage - when you go to nap and start dreaming, nightmaring (enriched yourself with new experiences)(receiving libraries of information from your hipper informative DNA), probably dividing cells to revive immune systems, etc.;

Hallucinogenic Stage – when you develop heavy-duty obsessive thoughts along with carnal sensations,

you will have delusions for more, regularly. Chocolate, hard exercise, coffee, shrooms, deep talking, tobacco,

money, politics, workaholic behavior, fast-food, sex, power, other drugs, can regularly make us hallucinogenic;

Wondering Stage – countless premium citizens have degrees of imagination ultra-perfected.

They can wright books, turn into engineers plus architects, conceive utensils, compose songs,

carve surrealistic sculptures or paintings, cook deliciously, editing digital stuff, etc.

During my forties, I’ve reach factual prosperity into my “biological systems" (physical, sensory, intellectual systems. 

All of them are connecting with the others \ themselves flawlessly), and of course, loads of different truths, those final universal answers about a specific entity, are piercing me as a storm of astute arrows. If you want those moreover,

you will need to jump on each upgrading trampoline, without noxious deceptions among survivors, along with

never bribing others or yourself while communicating with the social, intellectual, emotional fragments of life.

Catch the essence of the message by hard analyses vs. fate. We are made from the same elements found in each

niche of space. With experience, we can understand the RNA props of the Universe, merely by guess!

(after persuasive heredity plus piles of hard study).

For the past 21 years, I’ve found myself wrestling solo, for the reason that, I feel more relax, crystalline,

useful, continually scoring those greenly super goals, when I am far away from the flickering hypnotic

Sixth Sense dynamisms (the energy arriving from the forehead of other people forever make me anxious,

while socializing, arguing or trying to understand things).  (to be continued)