I hate you for what you made me!

Somebody once told me this with so much love and caring transmuted in such a short time in a tone of grunt and disbelief in a broken cup of distorted dreams.

What will I do now if they are certainties? Offer respect even if we all are aware that there is no truth and real whys to pout.

Status quo is the agony of her mind and senses become now representative of her as human.
Studying the phenomenon closely, from love to hate, through every stage of love, anguish, fear, hatred, like art where I once investigated drawing, sometimes painting, sculpture or architecture sometimes just to establish principles concerning the relationship between art work its dedicated decade. In same way we can analyze and get endless discussions about how dehumanization occurs, a futile debate today for those surrounding us.

Maybe one day someone will find explain me what human side or sides of the brainstem lead a man to whom taking turns you are father, brother, confessor, teacher, soul mate to be able then to award with a rain of meteorites.

Hidden thoughts in that warm hatred blow a lot of clichés about this stale life as we struggle with each other. The dynamics of a world pulsating with power in every mystery of consciousness, in every recess of the human psyche blows me only in more enigmas.