I don’t have neither a map nor a compass, nor a direction to follow. I follow my thoughts, not my heart, nor do I allow destiny to direct me. But how can I follow the direction of my mind if I don’t know where I am heading to? In fact, I have no idea what is moving me. Perhaps it’s the blood that’s flowing through my body? That could be right. But, like all of you, I pretend I know where I’m heading, what I’m doing exactly, where I’m going and how much time I need. We all pretend, because to all of us, everyone else is more important than us alone.

But, what if that is the sole truth? What if the only motive and force that carries you forward is only the warm blood streaming through your veins? If it’s contaminated, does that mean you’ll reach your deadline sooner instead? If blood is the only life-force, then I guess it is true. Once contaminated, your life force is dying, thus everything else withers along. So what motivates the decontamination process then? Medication? Will power? Both? But why is it then, that once the life fluid inflames, will power activates? Is it then that love is born out of desperation, or is it then when hate overcomes and pollutes every cell in the body out of envy? I guess that depends on how long you have voyaged and where you were in your journey until the moment of contamination. It seems that it is then when humans transform into their true forms. True humans stem out of pain. Only though the physical inflammation do humans actually become. Just like birth, through excruciating pain the physical body is delivered and born, and through the physical inflammation does the human become.

The more we distance ourselves from pain and sorrow, the more crude we become, the more pointless our lives behove and the more useless our behaviors develop.

It is only then that we can determine the previously learned and finally understand that we are truly nothingness. Like all world religions and ancient teachings claimed- without pain there is no life.