8 MONTHS OLD BABY:

I arrived. Devoted. Knowing and not knowing what will come, like an actor that forgot the script. That ‘s to be born. To arrive trusting uncertainty. Now that I lived almost the same time outside as inside, the first thing that I do is to remember the moment of the explosion. That instant we stopped being one and started being two. A boundless expansion. The fusion between order and disorder. A known nonsense. To start seeing forms is tricky because I had forgotten them. Forms appeared once the door was opened. The door of Life. 

Will I remember this moment forever? I don’t know, that’s why I save it in this Book that is written with the heart. For posterity. That is also today. As everything happens at the same time. Soon, the straight line will appear. The one that leads human time. That straight line repeated in human creations to give order and structure: roads, buildings, walls, signs. Lines so different from the curve of a river.

Why do we, humans, try to change everything?
Don’t you remember what I remember?
Have you forgotten what we are here for?
Do you know we are a point within a shapeless line?
Why are you fighting?
Haven’t you recognized yourselves yet?
Why are you doubting?
Why did you forget it?
Does someone want to remember?