Julie sometimes happened to remind herself of how she was when she lived her previous life : offices, colleagues, dumb tasks, barren talks at the
Étiquette : life
Life’s Crossroads (John, to himself)
This is a totally useless read. Don’t bother scrolling down any further. It is officially unrelated to anything which makes the building blocks of this
(Sus/b9/b13): Résolution
Dans la dissonance, l’égo Dans l’harmonie, le Soi Dans la tension, pourtant, le Soi Dans l’harmonie, caché, l’égo Démasqué le moi des kolomos bien calés
Next Level: (please don’t) Gamify This!
(Article written after watching the short Movie : https://vimeo.com/46304267) It seems the quality of our relationships from human to human is already complicated enough the
There’s More to Life Than This
Maybe we can be something else. I have a strong insight there is something else to be. Watching everyone, and watching myself, I have very
Random pebbles will surely get you lost
Words are elaborate versions of ‘this’ and ‘that’. They’re pointers to our partial representation of reality. These tools have been subjectively selected through the various
Growing Emptiness
Inner space is acceptance, ability to welcome. If my bowl is full, every drop bursting out of life seems to be a flooding wave. If
Altruism, an Antidote to Stress
Pretty much everything has been said and repeated about what stress is. From its biological origins to its everyday impacts on our personal, family and
A Bag of Skin on the Top of a Mountain
What does it mean, to be surprised in the scenario of a dream ? ‘This is a wedding vows renewal ceremony and I am walking
Until someone opens the window
Every statement stemming fromthe realms of opposition and competition,the worlds of comparison and survival,Is doomed to further the painDoomed to feed these illusionary spheres Even
Life, What Else?
Because it is definitely impossible for me to stand out of the system from which I desperately try to gauge phenomena…. every phenomenon I might
Running Water
The plant I water today Is it the same that, yesterday morning I saw ? Or is it different ? Slightly distinct ? Totally renewed
Art
The only possible art is life, every other form of art is merely the hand of an agonizing body, pointing in an approximate direction. NiDr
About Control
Hidden behind the attempt to control one’s environment there is a fear not to know, not to access data the way we should, To comprehend
Listen
In the fields of childhood are growing the flowers of possibility Gently, they blossom, from the earth, abundantly. But their frailty is such that the
Notes & Silence 