sacco amniotico

Beginning and end
Everywhere is freely chosen what upon us is imposed. Everywhere the illusion of moving to build our own lives, whilst everything, every authentic action, every spontaneous choice, every movement toward the actual change, stiffens , slows down, stops. Staying till, not producing any determinate useful action for the life of the planet and its livings, it is the most diffused disease. This disease makes you delusional over reacting, building, transforming the existent , whilst in reality days are filled with proclamations, events, hypocritical actions extolled in grand style, millions of useless appearances , whilst we are turning into prat- loafers unsensitive to the screams of the world. The actual immobility is the most diffused practice whilst, contemporaneously, cars hurtle faster and faster, and the technique illudes us over being able to conquer galaxies in the sky and on the earth, over building the life which is destroying. People are more slowly within, they harden, they immobilize, they stop. As ideals, projects, dreams are not accomplished anymore, are not intensely thought anymore, they get encaged forever in the fictitious reality of daily life, the earth cools. People don’t notice, wrapped in the relentless illusion, as we put our selves on the line no more to build a dream, the earth stops and freeze. Whilst uncountable wars of all kind prolificate also thanks to the acquiescence of every good human, the ice inexorably expands on the earth. When there is no more concrete opposition to the wars of greed and ignorance, when we live in the very lie of being against, when we are delusional over opposing, when we sink into the unmovable complicity, the earth stops. The earth stops, dies, freezes. The earth is sinking into the coldness of immobility. As people take on frantic dances to the God of speed, the God of sound, the God of progress, the ice is enveloping them, it is telling them they are dead already, and even if they do not apprehend it, they are stiff, cold, still and deadly poisonous. The ice falls to cover the minds, black layers of ice enlarge and conquer every corner of the planet. Whist the dark ice covers every thought, every body, blackening the earth, very small light bubbles emerge from the surface of the planet. Every dream, ideal, hope, project which has not turned into reality, remains entangled in the dark ice like a small white particle, like a small ball containing life, like a crystallized flower. Flower of what is not there but could have existed. As the coldness encompasses the earth, millions and millions of dream crystals tend to rise up to the surface, leaving just the idea of how marvelous the earth could have been if acting good had come from dream to reality. Small bubbles soar to the surface creating textiles, laces, multiple drawings, bubbles alone or, aggregated with more of them born from other dreams, emblazon with their whitenss on black ice. Some parts, on earth, formations of crystallized dreams are found, like flowers of incredible beauty, they are born from dreams, from projects dreamed by many people, who together, desired to build beauty for everyone.