Apotheosis

 Apotheosis of the Absurd.

I am speaking seriously and sadly; this matter is not a joyful one, because dream joys are sad and contradictory and, for that reason, pleasurable in a particularly mysterious way.

Sometimes inside me, I cast an impartial eye over those absurd, delicious things that I cannot see because they are apparently illogical - bridges that begin nowhere and go nowhere, streets with no beginnings and no end, upsidedown landscapes -the absurd, the illogical, the contradictory, everything that detaches and distances us from the real and from its misshapen retinue of practical thoughts and human feelings and desires for useful, effective action. The absurd saves us, despite the tedium, from the state of soul that begins with the sweet fury of dreaming.

And somehow I find a strange, mysterious way of envisioning those absurdities - I don't know how else to explain it, but I see things of which visibility cannot even conceive.

Let us absurdify life from east to west.

It could not be otherwise, it must have been me. Not in another previous life, in the Parallels of Eons, in the dark minds of ours.

Is it Thanassis Pap, is it the doctor in Plati, is it Guillermo? All of them, all-in-one?

Fernando. The brotherhood.

Follower for the eternity. Disquiet is the state.