Ouverture

Homelessness is a state of mind to be certain. And I am still trapped in this wrong body. Though the body is only a confinement for the human soul, it is a pretty strong confinement and could hinder the development of the soul if abused. And settlement, which never was an option, is no longer an option.

Deus ex machina.

There is a window that is closing. I am already over 18. Approximately 1.5 years left.

Recourse

So went the book of Isaiah:

Fear not, for you will not be put to shame; And do not feel humiliated, for you will not be disgraced; But you will forget the shame of your youth, And the reproach of your widowhood you will remember no more.

And one could hope. Hope sets the soul free, and subsequently can set one free. Time and space are mere illusions while energy is everything.

Recourse

And so was:

Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent: “Σιβυλλα τι θελεις?”; respondebat illa: “αποθανειν θελω.”

(I saw with my own eyes the Sibyl of Cumae hanging in a jar, and when the boys said to her, “Sibyl, what do you want?” she replied, “I want to die.”)

Perceived desperation, frustration and plausible enlightenment

ipso facto. I have made many mistakes, but I have learned from them and will be making more of them to learn more.

Obligatory plug

I newly discovered artist & musician Ólafur Arnalds.