Nobody sleeps at night.

For at night is all activity, beginning with your eyes

On your pillow, like on a canvas, your mind paints your dreams

Dreams that keep you awake, awake but lost in those dimensions

When I was still living in the egg

I felt warm, well-fed and free.

No one was there to tell me what to do or not to do.

I had no ambitions, and I felt happy.

This is freedom, I said to myself.

“Oh, almighty man

When this craziness began?

Why have you stopped creating the stars that lighted your darkest nights?

Oh, Father, you who inhabit the universe

And the Earth entire

In the leaves that fall, bathed in golden colours

And dew and wind

Throughout his life, Man marches through a valley

The valley of mirrors, which is Man’s real realm

Sometimes at ease, no one to please

Sometimes in haste, no time to waste.

They say that in Hell, there is a large banquet hall where the Devil’s assistants serve delicious food to the condemned souls.

However, upon entrance to the Devil’s banquet hall every condemned soul gets long forks and spoons attached to their arms.

The Earth is a solitary ship with no state flag, no known ownership, sailing the calm seas of the universe, with no port ever to disembark, where every monster wave, every storm, and every menace that threatens to sink the ship happens on board and is rooted in the behaviour of the ship’s accidental, untrained crew.

“Every pain you endure is a map drawn by your own life that leads you to discover the hidden riches within your soul.”

To all of you who want, dream, or plan to write something or to expose an idea, I ask you not to fear.

Do it, and don’t fear that your idea, your book, or your plan won’t be accepted or ridiculed.

No fear is real.

Listen, my son, my daughter
Don’t hurry along the road that is long and winding

You don’t have to
You haven’t yet reached the first curve

Don’t be impatient

Now, my friend, I invite you to exercise a right you have

A right of conscience

Erase whatever is in your mind

I mean, erase everything you have in your mind

Thoughts, bad memories, plans, learning, and bad experiences

I neither see politics, nor religions, nor nationality, nor skin colours in persons.

Before anything, they’re my fellow humans.

Therefore, I see their soul.

And I see their soul through their actions and through their words.

I woke up, and it was already a new dawn

My sorrows came down all at once

As bricks fall from a crumbling old house

Crumbling down from years of neglect

Trumpets are silent, the flags are at half mast in mourning, the nation receives its heroes, salutes them and places them in their tombs, their souls overwhelmed by ceremonies. And it has all been for the country, defending it, the land, no ground to give, they said.

See what’s happening?

I mean,

Are you getting somewhere with your conversations with God, for instance?

Now, if you come down to Earth, to our present time and all this technology: What are you learning from AI Agents, for example? What are you receiving from them?

I’m with you every moment that warms you

Every moment that refreshes you

I’m with you, like everything that’s with you

Every day

I’m the breeze, the wind, the storm

There was this tree growing in Paradise.

Creatures came to cover under its shadow

To nest in its branches

Its roots held firm and profoundly in the holy soil

Its leaves were permanently green and full in all seasons

If you have the chance

If you can see the Earth from afar

High up there from outer space

You will see a glistening blue globe

“A pale blue dot,”

A man named Carl Sagan once said.

A while ago, I wrote a book of eleven short stories. These stories explore themes in fiction, historical fiction, romance, and sci-fi.

At the time, I was thinking about the amazing array of themes and subjects a writer has, and so I chose to write a different story, which came back to me today on this Good Friday.

“I insist that I was born free, and keeping myself breathing is my most violent protest against this oppressive, unequal status quo.”