Praeiudicium Fungus

Pandemic

I got rid of my own eyes, my ears, my hands, my organs one by one and even my dreams. I undressed myself in essence and physical form, deconstructing myself completely. I felt that something was not right, in them, in each and every one of them there were remains of spores of something that I will call: "Praeiudicium Fungus", a lethal and asymptomatic infection for those who suffer it, because it completely cancels its questioning and course, the reason.

What is man ?, if not spirit bound to the flesh, slave of itself and false convictions that we call moral conscience. We adopt patterns of behavior and we continue to be stuck in stocks that die and are born from among their dead to repeat an infinite process, accepting the terms and conditions of a contract that we signed at birth, following behavioral vectors without any questioning.

Leaders, idols, gods are no more than barriers, ponds of tar that separates the individual from his own path to introspection, to his own questioning and, consequently, to discovering his own light. Resigning your future to them, their actions, ideals and prejudices, leaving aside your being, is nothing more than letting oneself die in the passive despot. With your remains, those ideals and dreams that never saw light lie faetid.