#word drops

Its funny how the must iconic things may not even exist, how humans find a meaning somewhere there's non.

the difference between humans and animals, could be that we found a meaning on how we differ and surpass animals.

You may talk about how valuable is something to you, but where did you find this value?

History, cost, utility. Does this things really mean something?  humans have gain the ability to replace something that has been lost with an applying item, but when one of the three things I wrote on top of the paragraph (which from now one I will refer as value) grows its more difficult to replace them.

Every person its empty inside, somehow humans have managed to fill this emptiness with objects, but before objects there was something heavier and more fulfilling;     Thoughts.

off course even now days thoughts and how they are expressed are used to fill that emptiness (and these text is just an exemplar of that), religions, science, writing, photography and even suicides, form part of this. How we manage to live in a world from which we know nothing? From this idea religion took place trying to make you feel accomplished; you don't just know how the world is conformed and created but you also are the center of it.

Science does something similar it actually says a bunch very refined facts which are based on other facts that on the time where so desperate to find something to hold onto that it's meaning could be a bare coincidence. Complete filosofies based on the rejection knowledge has for humanity.

It isn't finished, if you do like it press like or contact me, I will finish it.

SGR 

tiriteo de frases, palabras, mis dedos se deslisan por el borde del abismo dibujando pajaros de vida que consumen el suelo, las palabras del mudo las miradas del ciego.

pierdo el tiempo tras las olas, el mar, la lluvia, solo el lllanto del risueño.

breves momentos de sobriedad mental, un rasgado recuerdo del mundo, las tienieblas ya no tienen lugar, ya no se necesitan para rellenar el vasio espiritual que sobra en cada mente turbia que orbita en este palido lugar, resuenan las caciones esas tristes melodias que entre dientes recordaban el mundo, la realidad, ya no somos uno, somos medio, pero entre medio y medio no somos nada.

Tomamos el puesto del cielo para relegar las miradas de profundidad, que nos siguen entre luces, dia a dia, momento a momento, ya no tienen lugar como todos  nosotros, ya no nos encontramos en lo que eramos, ya no somos.

perfluos colores, de intoxicantes ambientes, somos lo que creemos, sin imbargo no logramos creer.....

SGR

We don’t pretend to the world yet were bound to it, we are who we meant, an anarchic wisdom, uterus to life, a new type of regency, dictators of the dumb the guidance of the lost.

but for now we remain in silence….

We don't pretend to the world yet were bound to it, we are who we meant, an anarchic wisdom, uterus to life, a new type of regency, dictators of the dumb the guidance of the lost.

but for now we remain in silence....