IMPRISONED ... INTO DUALITY: philosophical essays
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... usually not seen.
Especially ... by all the ones which have such a status.
Today ... i smile ... understanding the hided secrets ... whispered in such cases by the Universe.
And still ... i was always fascinated about the subject.
I've read ... a lot of books.
Look at documentary movies.
Studied … about the nazis concentration camps ... or the communist ones.
... or japanese ones.
One day ... a weird question ... appeared into my mind.
So weird ... that i've considered it ... a total nonsense.
But ... without realising ... i've came into the position of experiencing the life ... in a karmic prison.
It was ... sort of a concentration camp ... but the gates were opened.
And ... it was so strange cause ... we didn't had any guardian in there.
Yes ... it was all like a prison ... where anyone could leave ... whenever they would want ... but nobody was leaving.
A big property ... looking a lot with a karmic concentration camp.
But this time ... it was like in my weird dreams ... and i had my own private concentration camp.
I didn't really knew how i should name it ... and if the name concentration camp was ok ... but all was related with ... karma.
My karma.
And the karma ... of the ones came to stay at me.
The book itself ... is a collection of weird stories.
... about lost souls.
And .... of course my own experiences as a lost soul ... on illusory pathless paths.
But all experienced ... in duality.
Me ... and many ladies.
Hundreds of ladies.
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作者简介
I've started to write my first book at 16 ... but then ... realizing i could not publish it ... i've abandoned the idea of being a ... writer.
20 years later ... i've started to write again ... believing i will finally succeed ... but i've failed one more time ... not getting the success i was chasing for.
Another 5 years later ... i've started one more time to write ... but this time ... more as a therapy.
It's what i've defined as ... self therapy.
I was analyzing and defining lots of weird ideas ... that were a lot related to me ... and my own soul.
I totally forgot that i was chasing for success.
I was simple writing my thoughts ... in essays ... becoming this way ... maybe not a writer .... but what many define as ... an essayist.
This is not a poet ... and not a writer.
Or maybe is kind of a poet that is incapable of writing poetry ... but is still expressing his thoughts ... into a similar way ... as a poet.
And is not a writer ... cause have not the ability to write for too long time ... about the same subject.
But maybe i am not an essayist... either.
I am just an ordinary person ... that could be better defined ... as a thinker.
Analyzing ... and defining my life ... practicing this process called ... self therapy ... i started to understand life ... and the way to better paths which i should follow.
And i've wrote ... and wrote ... and wrote ... realizing one day that i've published tens of books .... not really understanding how the hell I've succeeded doing that.
Today i dare to recommend writing ... as a therapy.
I could even say ... it's a simple way of understanding who we are ... but also a process that could help us ... heal our souls.
I personally continue to ... write.
It's in fact ... a non ending story that ... at least for myself ... will probably continue for the rest of my life.
But over all ... i am glad ... i am doing it.
I continue my philosophical journey ... not being able to define myself for clear as a writer or an essayist... but ...
Well .... most probably... i am on a good path.
And ... i would dare to recommend to everyone ... all what i am doing today.
