Desire is a feeling spread throughout the world, a dog wants a teacher like, a homeless want and we wish to separate ourselves from our being aware. When I want, I intend to create something new and different, something that is within the limits of existence, something infinitely great, and immeasurably small, yet, my desire, for a moment and covers the entire universe when it was exceeded, my desire is transformed into a photon to start over.
For a moment bigger is the smallest, and depends on me as long as it is instant. The possibility of eternal being does not exist, am I in this one moment, and will not be any longer when I finish writing the last letter of this sentence. While I realize that I am me, I can not help wondering who is me?, I, is the set of ideas that the rest of the beings who are by my side with me. This false idea of \u200b\u200bself is what I think I am.
When I want, I want to do what I do. I want to write now or I want to talk 1 hour, what I want is more because I already decided for me long ago. But when I want to know who I am I have a one-time opportunity to choose between 2 paths: one leads me to the idea that I am I, and the second ends with the idea that I'm not me. But if I am not then who am I, at the time that I became aware of not me, I am in a delicate situation: I am not I, then I am who I want to be, until I start to be. This moment in which I am not is as infinite as my desire and as tiny as the weather.
However, what if I am I, in which case I will create whatever I want. Write a book, I will develop new mathematical theorems, play tennis or I fear all my life. If I am a mediocre, I shall be until I cease to exist, if I have to, not because I am strong, but because others think I think so: If I can not finish writing, I'm more stronger than before and less than before.
Today there are some paragraphs here, I think yesterday and tomorrow will never get another piece segurantente today.
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