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 DEMIURGS OF OURSELVES

Who? I?

Each and every human being has the right to call ourselves I, and through this name we feel unique and original (although, as we all call ourselves I, the pronoun is more ordinary than original) , and it is better not to delve too deeply into this reasoning, because it takes away all the magic of the pronoun, which continues, even so, to grant us the majesty of feeling all-powerful to build our own universes.

And so we go, navigating the space-time between heaven and earth, as demiurges of ourselves.

But what would be the point of having an entire universe made in the image and likeness of ourselves (the Selves) if it could not be shared with other people?

So, we set out in search of similarities to strengthen ourselves as a group, because what value would our majesty have if it couldn't be shared?

In this search for similarities we create a vulnerability for our pronoun I, that of recognizing that there are other Is, and that the individual, unique and original majesty that we imagined we possess, becomes a common place, without our signature, a wound for our all-powerful pronoun, which certainly needs to be cured.

And to heal the wound, or better said, to hide this vulnerability from ourselves, we set out in search of differences and, opposing them, we imagine that we are becoming stronger in the conflict, living against each other, because, where has it been seen that should majesty be shared?

So ambiguous is the experience of the pronoun I, which intends to share its majesty to be admired, but not to the point of losing its place as a supreme entity, being more I than all other Is.

Meanwhile, the Life of our lives, with its majesty and glory, impassively contemplates our foolish ignorance of the cosmic workings of interdependence, and the daily impoverishment that results from this ignorance.

It is evident and proven that not everything we desire can be fulfilled, including because there are desires that contain high doses of destructiveness and that, if fulfilled, would not bring any well-being to anyone.