Eight

Eight

When the great days come, the young man was looking his reflection throuh the mirror in the ruinous bathroom. Mild breeze coming from the little window, was not enough to cool down the fire of his soul. He tapped the rusted water tab and dowsed his hands into the flowing water. That maledictory thought came to his mind again. It was the question that irritates him for his whole life: “ Limits “. Yes. What is our limits ? How fastest an human being can run ? how long time can we hold his breath under the water ? why can not we turn the water into the wine ? why can not we resuscitate the deceaseds ? why can not we walk on the water ? He heard from somewhere even a quantum particle can not be faster than speed of light... Who set these immutable rules ? We found ourselves in infinite world, when we closed our eyes, , but opening the eyes, changes everything everlasting. Impossible worlds fading over his eyes, blew him away through the madness. His left tumb started to shivering. He had to disperse his suffering toughts, to prevent new incoming seizure. He handle the warm soup. He tried to think something else. He started to think primal subject to desperse a male first toughts. Therefore he looked his reflection through the mirror, He noticed  his spooning timorous glance left his place into lust sparks.  He dreamed about the woman of his life. He saw noughty things in his mind and got rid of his shame. After several minutes, there was no shame particles in his eyes. Until 1...

First confronting limit, dropped him down into the world of reality. "The world of reality" What the fuck does it mean ? A world ruled by science, causality and pyhsics laws.. The miserable universe oppressed by dictatorship of the pyshics laws, boring  and damned monotone world, drag him into walley of depressed feelings. And this indipidity and monotonity was so common, he couldn't breath for while. Then he saw the light in the horizon of this walley reigned by fear and darkness. Maybe the light was a creation in his mind, but even this hopeful fantasy was enough to fascinate him. His eyes were closed.  He saw the cliff in the horizon. He jumped without any thought. He lived in his artificial freedom abundantly. Until 2 ...

to be continued ...