finding means going to get lost and not knowing what to do with what it is discovered.
intense All understanding is finally revealing a profound incomprehension. Every moment is lost to find yourself. I'm so scared that I can only accept if I have lost someone I imagine his hand. I am creating what has happened to me. Just because life can not tell. Living is not livable. I have to create about life. And without lying. Creating yes, no lie. Creating is not imagination, is to run a high risk of access to reality. Understanding is a creation, my only way. Will point to a translation effort telegraph signals, translate the unknown into a language unknown to me, and without even understanding what these signals. Sleepwalker speak in that language if he were awake, would not be language. And do not forget to start work, be prepared to be wrong. Do not forget that the error had been made many times on my way. Whenever it was not true what they thought or felt, then there was a gap and, if before he had had courage, and would have gone for it. But I always felt afraid of delusion and error. My mistake, however, should be the path of truth, because only when I go out I'm wrong about what I know and understand. If the "truth" was what I can understand, would end up being just a little truth in my size. The truth has to be exactly what I can never understand. And, later, would it be able to understand later? I do not know. The man of the future, do we mean as we are today? Absently, distracted with some tenderness, caress our minds as we do with the dog that comes to us and watching us from inside their dark, silent and sorrowful eyes. He, the man of the future, we cherish, understanding remotely, remotely like me then I would understand, low memory memory loss of memory and a time of pain, not knowing that our time of pain was going to happen the same way that the young child is a child not static, but a being that grows. Ah, but to get to the silence, what a great effort of the voice. My voice is the way I look reality, the reality before my speech, it exists as a thought that is not intended, but by fate I've seen and I am driven to know what you think clear thoughts. The voice actually predates the search, but as the land above the tree, but as the world above man, as the sea above the sea view, life above love, the matter of the body above the body, and in turn, the language will preceded by one day to the possession of silence. As I have appointed, and this is the glory of having a language. But I have much more to the extent that I can not describe. The reality is the raw material, language is the way I look, and as not meeting. But the search and not find what I was born did not know and instantly recognize. Language is my human effort. By destination I have to go find and target return with empty hands. But back to the unspeakable. It will only be given me inexpressible through language. Only when a building, I get what she failed. And it is useless and will shorten the way to begin, knowing because the little voice says, starting to be impersonal. Then there is the path and the path is not only a way to go. The path ourselves. With regard to live, you can never get before. The Way of the Cross is not a diversion, is the single step, but do not get through it and him. The emphasis is our effort, renunciation is the prize. This one only comes when you have experienced the power of building and, despite the taste of power, it is preferred to resign. Quitting should be a choice. Desist, it is the choice of a holy life. Desist, it is the true human moment. And this is only the glory of my own condition. The resignation is a revelation.
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