Ad astra per aspera

How many lives have we lived? Actually, the question should be different: How many lives are we living now? That’s up to us to decide…

There was always one question in my mind while I was growing up, and I do believe that this question has being around since the beginning of our civilization. The question is simple: “Where does life ends?” Or an even simpler question: “How can we know that something is gone?”

It goes back into a time where not even science reaches, and the one that reaches has thesis and conjectures that looks so much like fantasy and fiction that for the normal person they seem too random and evanescent.

But firstly to correct assert the question, or questions, we do need to step away from the idea that time can be measured, it simple can’t. We have created a formal convention, absolutely needed for society to develop its full potential, otherwise science couldn’t work, but at the same time we created a shadow, a fog curtain, that prevents ourselves of experiencing the true meaning and characteristic of time.

One could say that time do not exist yet. All references and conditions required to punctuate his path has not yet appeared for us, and those who live immersed in the lack of awareness of the all the passages and rites, in the past, present and future, and even death, to such an extent, are prisoners of a continuous present that prevents them from seeing before and after.

Another trick assumption created by our society, is the “reality” that surrounds everything that we are. Visible, touchable, that we can fully interact with, a marvelous conception that allowed, in the beginning, our survival while facing predators and the environment, but also that keep us from seeing the complete picture. And with reality came “memory”, just like machines, it helped protect us from danger, enable life in society and the most important feature to accumulate knowledge from the passage of culture from one generation to the other.

But all that is not life. Is just an illusion, a looking-glass that we, if wanted, can look straight trough it. Time, Reality and Memory are just concepts created by the human mind in order to make life in society feasible. But the Present ends up absorbing all that, in impressive eagerness to survive the vastness that surrounds that single moment. And this single moment is when Present consumes its own existence.

Time do not passes; it is just the present moment. Right know, in this single moment, while I write this text, is my first kiss, the sound of my grandfather playing the piano while I was playing with my brothers in the living room and is the first gaze of my mother that I can remember. We are all that we were, all that we are and that will be. Nothing has a end or a beginning, eternity is the Present, now I can live and experience everything that has being and will be.

Sometimes we are scared of this irrefutable truth. We always desire that all feelings, and specially love, stayed as they once were, in the moment that we all think it was perfect, but that is a trap created by Time, Reality and Memory. As we are always everything that was, is and will be we are in a constant metamorphosis, and following that, all feelings are changing in a never-ending process. Metamorphosis is necessity and who we are.

Nothing starts at birth and ends with death, or more generally, nothing has a start or an ending. We are made of everything that is stored in the world soul. We can never lose or be separated of an experience or a person; we will always be traveling in the same train, but in different cars. And as a real train, although I sometimes can not be with a person or experiences that are in different cars, I do know that they are there, I do know that they keep traveling with me, I do know that they will be always by my side, and most important, I know that they will always be part of my life…





"Friendship is refreshment and sweetness as we pass this way. There is no death. What seems so is transition. All that is beautiful and good and true in human life is no more affected by the shadow of death than by the darkness that divides today from tomorrow." Scottish Rite - Rose Croix Funeral Service.





Listening to Dizzy Gillespie - "On the Sunny Side of the Street"