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A course in stages, from inocence and astonishment for magic, from awakening into life and love, from joy and ardor, from the fear of entering the rest of one's real life until retirement, from the consciousness of being and the awareness of facing the final death throes of youth.

The path is by no means a bed of roses, but an unconscious chase of the being inside oneself. Even when this being is finally found -and most important, accepted and assumed-, the shock does not leave the being until the 4th stage is coming to an end, and, all and all, the 5th stage is about to start.

Facing this new stage usually complies with the acceptance of the utterly unbearable truth of self-extinction, and it is here when the subject finally agrees with its destiny to let the river flow. And the strongest it flows, the most comforting it feels.

Nothing at all but a long and a lively appendix (or two) of oneself may relief the tremendous burden of not accepting this truth, whereas the sorroundings are only reflexes of what it actually intended to be but will never achieve.

The pressure has decreased and the self-consciousness has evolved to remain now strong and safe into an impregnable fortess. May it stay there forever until the call of the singing mermaids.


The FF