hierarchical Despite the obvious differences that separate us, I would like to apologize to my readers for their prolonged absence, not a condition dictated by the distance from apathy but from the mental and empathetic detachment from your world. As time passes and I find it more difficult to continue this journal. I re-read my statements and found them dull and repetitive. The things that you've had to say I told you several times. If I'm here again to talk to you, the offspring of low-ranking demons, is to vent, to externalize my disappointment once again, to cool off my whole fury of a demon, but at least divine creature worthy of sitting in the front rows the great spectacle of the universe. I told you that I see no hope for you. Your world is destined to fall sharply, a snowball effect that will bury you and your tallest towers. Perhaps only those who are still open to certain messages may feel the arrival of the avalanche, like the indigenous peoples who at the time of the tragic tsunami retreated inland, escaped death. The signs are obvious, but your ability to receive them is completely busted. Fear the economic crisis and terrorism, but these are not your real enemies. Some, however, fear their governments, and perhaps could also have reason, but even they are not the problem. The problem is you!
And maybe you could also try and re-program, to stamp your state of mind, to empty the folders of your brain and fill them with a wealth of good intentions. Commendable, yes, but always fails. The problem is not the information in your folders, but it's the same system folders that you care. And remove that system is a process one hundred times more complex art of unlearning.
Accept your life as something fluid and connected to a reflux static and timeless, a current that converges to the primal depths of the cosmos, is the step that will let you overcome all your fears, because they are the cause of all your evil.
And Stop with your absurd this "god". Stop feeling orphans, fathers and mothers to paint in your own image and likeness, to give them immeasurable powers, to thank them for all your success and clear you for all your trouble. The poor mother crying in the miracle, while the daughter recovered alive from the rubble of the earthquake that has killed thousands, is sheer propaganda theological. If you really are fond of this little word of three letters, try to give it the meaning which best belong, to the "flow", the 'go together', the 'belong', 'being "the" part ". Energies coincide and merge to create new energy. The breath of the universe ...
riaffaccerò I do not know when to speak from this window. They could spend another three months or three years. I already feel a bit 'better ... I downloaded what I needed to download ... Now ask my faithful servant of Gor andarmi to take a bottle of Calvados, the secret cellar under the tower. Sweeten my mouth while I will remain to observe the colors of the apocalypse painting the sky above your heads. Good order, human ...
... the tsunami is coming!!
