The Extravangant Creature Swallowing dreams.

I was born without God. Noone taught me to have Faith. I’d loved to keep Ideology by my side, but after a while I acknowledged to be dull or ignorant, or at least unable to reinvent it all the time, while all the others joined the crowd of Property faithful followers. In an advanced decay stage, I understood I was just a devotee of Perceptions and Impressions, and I bet on personal things, relationships, groups. But there was nothing to do. Even these last solo gambles started to melt, and friends who were part of the game started to die. At this point, now, it is a mess. The absurd is present. And so, should I got Camus’s words right, I have to bet on his idea: we should imagine a happy Sisifo. Happy when he is running down the hill, happy when he is taking the stone up the hill, happy when the stone starts to slip down the hill, in a continual circle. But, to be honest, a lot of love is needed to live the absurd time, looking for happiness in this Extravangant Creature Swallowing Dreams.