People have so many points of view, with so many concepts, and translation of those that it may seem impossible to reach a common point.

In between concepts, we fight, analyze, and reject. Some don’t even analyze, but only fight without stopping to think a little about what is going on.

Good or bad? Aren’t those concepts also?

But, concepts have given us the ability to communicate, be understood, and united? Have they? Mm. Perhaps, we still haven’t found out the perfect concepts, right?

Words, words, words, that is all I do… Write, and yet, not convinced it is the best way to communicate. Will I ever be convinced? I don’t think so.

Concepts are the ideas that have aliened us from ourselves. I mean... Are words the way we think, analyze, judge, processes, and assess existence? Is what we think everything there is? Of course not, we can just be there… Is that becoming a vegetable? Who can say that? Has anyone been a vegetable, come back into being a human, and then exchange his or her wonderful experience?

Gosh! This certainly is ironic. Talk, talk, write, write, and I am not in favor of it? Not quite, nothing is really black, white or gray. Things are completely unimaginable, but sorry we can’t imagine what is inconceivable. Or can we?

What about breaking some paradigms, today? … How about thinking about something we are sure it is that way, and then… say: what I think is not the way I think...

You may think, ah! At last, you will understand life is not love, but so many horrible things.

I could be tempted into breaking my all love-life-mushy thing, but I won’t. I won’t say love is everything, and we are just in a blue jelly pot in which we can’t see properly.

Instead, my mind breaking paradigm is: I exist. Let’s change it. What if… I am not existing.

But, when I hit it hurts. Does it?

Ah! However, when it hurts really hard I cannot think. Who said: I think, therefore I exist. What did he mean? Sure, he had a lot of thoughts in his head, but did that mean he was right?

I can be conscious, and not thinking. Or I may be sleeping, and not thinking. Or am I always thinking? Mm. I am tired of thinking. If I could just say to my head: Standby, and enjoy the scenery, could it? Perhaps, and would that mean I stop existing?

If that man is right, of course, I have never really existed. It is just a mind-thought thing, but if that man is wrong, then…

How do I know I exist? …