Shining Without Belonging: A Journey Towards Self-Discovery

We may not be people because we’re not living on earth, but we shine. How do you make them? We are worlds of our own, without government. We appear out of nowhere, loving everywhere, without measure. But we shine. We live if we die, if we die of our age. What was the good old Vallejo saying? No? What yes but what no?

Surely you are thinking that you can’t take it anymore, that it is too long without touching land. You are wanting to join the people and be part of all this, to belong. What a fucking obsession with belonging, what a fucking rush you have to belong. Do you think you are at the forefront of suffering? Moron?

There are many anonymous people suffering without the ability to observe themselves. You have the privilege of being able to observe yourself. Even if you observe that you cannot observe yourself. You have been chosen, it is a gift from Cronos. Accept it with integrity. You are the one who guides people who cannot see each other.

Give me your paw, monkey, Vallejo tells you. We are fucking stubborn. Surely you are wanting to integrate, but I assure you that this is not the end of the journey. We are not here to belong to the crowd. Separated from one end, luminously united from any center, making an effort to get closer and be alone, we are becoming a star.

And if one day by chance you find the place of your loss, and join the people, an angel will tell you to close your eyes and lose it again. Yeah, you undisciplined fool, you better close your eyes. The wasteland extends all over, woe to him who takes it all with him. We look for a different angle of things. Labyrinths have no roof, for example. And don’t let the new reality go to your head, champion, number one.

And don’t be afraid to be weak. You are a musician, you can only tell what you see and you better be calm for that. Don’t be ashamed of being tired. You look good when you’re tired. It seems as if you could go on and on endlessly. And now come into my arms.