It is interesting that in this age of revolutions, even technological ones, mankind is still cheerfully entrenching itself behind memberships disguised as beliefs that laboriously simulate Faith and Sacrifice.
I do not believe I have any particular critical or synthetic skills, perhaps only the naivety and recklessness necessary to say what some may be thinking.
Am I suddenly an unelected representative?
Certainly not.
But if I close my eyes and also my ears, I find myself species, human, animal, terrestrial, basic and ancestral: I describe a common and active core, and naturally shared.
The Next is built like me.
The structure changes, the intakes and the final colour change.
The core, the soul?
The spirit?
The essence?
The same.
Not representative then, but element of the group, legitimate in essence and speech.
It is interesting to see how monotheistic religions, unlike the others, manage to keep alive a dialogue that, far from lifting man upwards, manages to crush him by feeding his basest instincts.
Being able to find in the Word, which positions the human and the Divine, a hierarchy of beings defined according to their Faith, requires qualities that we only find in the grey scale.
Finding justification for evil, understood as the eclipse of goodness alone, moves man sideways, removing him from the Father – Son axis.
He, the man, adapts the message and puts in place mitigating factors to justify a selfishness with multiple phenotypes.
If my father said to me help your brother, I would have to answer: yes.
Today the man replies: yes, but…
In these three points a society embarked on a big yacht to cross the ocean dissolves.
It is interesting to see empty churches, without reflecting on the empty Church, to see unelect people who believe they are, to see societies that think they can evolve without the wealth of women.
To see powerful captives, actors enslaved to the same scenario.
Then.
Remain in oneself, present.
Devalue the alienation of body and soul.
Re-evaluate, downwards, the value of money.
Remain Sons, and not cousins.
The Divine is also a goal, Grace is the fuel.
