I'm not going to lie to you.
There are things I do not understand. I
write to capture moments like slides, some memories are hazy, others need... touch
up. I believe in the Edit; I can be an Ediot.
I sincerely wish that I not piss you off.
“In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.”
A thousand years from today, everyone you know will be long dead and forgotten. There’ll be nothing left of the life you love, no evidence that you ever walked this planet. That, at least, is what the fundamentalist materialists would have you believe. But suppose the truth is very different? What if in fact every little thing you do subtly alters the course of world history? What if your day-to-day decisions will actually help determine how the human species navigates its way through the epic turning point we’re living through? And finally, what if you will be alive in a thousand years, reincarnated into a fresh body and in possession of the memories of the person you were back in this era? These are my hypotheses. These are my prophecies. Which is why I say: Live as if your soul is eternal.