I reached a new turning point:
Now I wonder who they are'' more'', but'''' what are ... not so much a body, a wrap ... but what are they?!
So what makes me, myself. the face? the body? the mind? the? the 'I'?
the face can be changed!
the body almost ...
the mind is the mind? the brain? apparently is an organ inside a'' box'' the skull!
What is character? as I define myself through the character?
the 'I' ... my friend-enemy ...
He says life is just a ride! how to Gardaland, salts, and you take a ride! it is useless to take it seriously, it's all an illusion dictated by misleading senses ...
the answer, but how? you tell me that I do not exist? my loved ones are just illusions?
He says what I? What are the loved ones? loved ones are people who have known and learned to tolerate, to love, with which we deal, from which we take as (right or wrong according to which we undergo dell'eduzione), the loved ones are people who come to our way of think, to our sensibilities ... for some loved ones are animals, other plants are, for others they are inanimate objects ...
You asked what are you? you are a spirit, an immortal! did you choose to get on this ride for the umpteenth time and now whine ...
I reply: I am perhaps one spirit?
He says we are one spirit, never alone ...
