I see the clouds being left behind,

mountain peaks being left behind,

everything left behind….

This is the way of godliness,

this is existence,

paganism.

I love beauty,

I love the world,

flowers, trees, stars….

I love, simply love.

But I am not just a Zorba, I am also aware of my love, even in these moments when my body feels like something far away…just somebody else’s body.

I have sat by the side of many corpses – it is not the same. I am aware. I am not dead. I cannot be dead, that is impossible.

I am eternal.

The very essence of the eternal…

That.

You are,

everything is.

Nothing dies.

Everything continues in a different form, but higher.

The moment you go lower it is hell. It is not good, it is ugly. It is very difficult to find a great word for “very deep”…how is it possible? There are so many words coming but none expresses it. It simply cannot be said. At the most you can share. But this is so beautiful, so beautiful. Go every day higher. These are the moments when even the sky is new.

The stars are reborn because my eyes are new.

Chemistry can give you a bath. Everybody needs it…the Christians, the Hindus, the Buddhists need to be bathed, showered, so they can again become new, just like small babies…fresh, innocent, available, wonderers, full of awe.

It must be difficult listening to a man like me twice each day. It allows me a chance to share my vision. But I cannot share it in words. My tears show it. I cannot say it.

I cannot hear anything.

Everyone is so full of bullshit.