To the tormented, to the disappointed, to the breathless, to the doubtful

Man so tormented, let the torment of your mind - material part of your material body, but instrument of your spiritual body - be tempered by your "feel”, Because only if you succeed in this will you finally become something more than a name, a label, a tangle of tormenting contrasts.

Man so disappointed, do not make your disappointment useless by depriving it of the whys that you must solve, denying it the ransom of your understanding, preventing it from carrying out its tasks within you as within every man; welcome her as a sister who shows you where the why that generated her was, where was the precise point in which she was born.
Only in this way, disappointed man, will you be able to change her name and call her "Sister Show Me What My Reality is".

Man so out of breath as to chase an indefinite goal, deliberately indefinite, so that you can run without a moment's respite, with the breathlessness that numbs your mind preventing you from dwelling on a thousand other goals that you overcome or ignore, relegating them to the limbo of beautiful things but useless, stop your steps, slow down your panting and you will discover with joy that what you are looking for is within you and that your run has been useless because you are the goal: that goal that you pursued and that you did not recognize because you refused to know yourself.

So doubtful man, you who create your doubts, you who make the doubts of others yours, you who make doubt the engine of your life, you who live those doubts with pain, you who feel the powerlessness in you to solve them, you that you are really looking for a weapon in you and around you that can cancel them; you, you, you don't understand - you don't want to understand - that the only way you can get what you are looking for is to make sure that it is not you who creates doubts within you.

Man so grieved that you quench your thirst at the source of crying, let what you drank come out of your eyes making them bright and clear, washing theshadow pain from yourself to the point of being white with serenity and acceptance for what has been and cannot be no more, with the certainty that precisely in the memory of what you have suffered you can find the strength to not hurt yourself anymore, since that pain he hinted at how intense he can have, even if not wanted; and it will help you to understand that you must not be the one to renew that painful intensity within yourself, because pain must not become an instrument for you to create more pain. (Keep on)