I am alone, in the middle of the forest
I'm alone, in the middle of the forest and a thought comes to me... If I am the one who experiences life, who is responsible for it? Maybe another one or what? If I can use my physical body, why don't I start using it again like I did a long time ago? I can and therefore I am, I exist, I have and create everything I need to experience it. What is the point of handing over my body and everything it represents to any "administrator" or any political and/or religious organization? What is the point of relying on doctors who are enslaved by economic, political and military power? What is the point of hoping in a good God who somehow rewards or punishes me when it is only I who can do it? What is the use of believing or not believing since I am who he is? It can't be clearer and more evident than this! I am here to contemplate the beauty of nature and dialogue with it and therefore with myself. Solitud...