trauma of nonbeing
Man is in the search of the meaning
In the search for The Truth
His own Truth
In the world that made him an orphan
In the world where our God-father left us
In the process of becoming an adult, a Man
We try to get rid of the unknown, try to make the world clear
To make it ours
To find our own truth
And to cast our will and our version of justice upon the world and other men
Because otherwise we're but a lost animal in the endless cold universe
We're helpless
We're desperate
That gives birth to a deep unsatisfactory, pain, anger
Therefore violence, loss of sensitivity and touch with reality
Wars
Deeply and irreversibly blind and hurt people
Who are so afraid of being hurt even more
Of being vulnerable
Of looking at themselves
But path is not to cast your will outside
That's natural, but that doesn't lead anywhere
Every single one of them thought they'll be different
Yet world stayed the same
Or even became worse
What you really need is to stop
Make a pause
Stop kicking
Give up your goal, your precious ideas
You're so full
So strong
So bright
But that makes you overflown
And heavy
All of them need love and healing
The answer is not to create your version of the world
Stop
Get peace
Heal your body and soul
Piece by piece
Only then you'll see