More than once I have found myself tearing apart my ideas, wanting to understand by blows what all this was. The maturity of time brought with it one of the greatest teachings of life. After endless days and moments of looking out of a closet for whatever it was I was looking for, I understood. I completely understood how to return home, I stopped looking at the absurd and found myself in the eyes of others, in the intensity of that fire that betrays you. I was able to go back inside. I stopped running because there was never anywhere to go. All life turning in circles to return to the axis that produces the movement. Stairs inward I walked day after day, until I set my being on the edge of the dissolution of change.
