FATE-BEGININGS

Getting to know ourselves is the real test. For who can know that the life of the end and the beginning of his whole existence is a living picture, if in reality he seeks the present. The uncertain future can find in him,his Here-Now."

Living the full is almost impossible. In the complete absence-loneliness of the heart, it ripens in the sediment of fate tragedies, and final decisions: Why do we feel that while all the unexpected roads, rivers, and seas find their way home, the hesitant brood of man pursues his fate, dragging and dragging, as a kind of serious soul Odyssey, from which there may be no way out?!

The beginning eventually converts to annihilating Nirvana-silence even without man. Though the one-face of our things is faceless in the same way as the present majority show themselves! His suffering-poison only creates another disembodied, indissoluble absence on a false formula of consciousness. No one can look back, no one can turn back from where they came from, because they have to go somewhere! Persistent questions and answers disturb the existing order; is fate bona, a bit like tabula rasa?!

Not only the act, human speech, but also the prodigal character has become double-faced, which is now increasingly easy to sell, bribe or even manipulate! At the same time, he seeks financial gain, or he hides in a selfish-stubborn way in the hope of an unnecessary conc of prey. Among the roots there can hardly be crouching prophets, literati condemned to solitude, because there is no need for culture here either, which inspires Orwellian thoughts, encourages the seers. And while the soul-Whisperers are also playing hide and seek, many are still holding on to their manuscript bastions by taking anonymous pens!