May 17th, 2010.
My head could not be any more empty as it is now. Still this day is making me start writing.
Although I dont know where it is about, or how it will end. I think its about my desperate
philosophic brain. Not being able to know the reason were here. The reason we step outside
our door every single day. What makes us?
At this moment Im looking at the ceiling, a stein of a dead mosquito, I have yet to clean, on it.
The mosquito is female, she probably had some eggs, a family to take care of. I ended it all,
I did not let her suck blood out of my veins, I stopped her from feeding her children. She is dead.
Her life, her free life came to an end. Where is she now? This insect had brains, brains which
controlled her every day, brains that made her wake up, feel a little pain in her paw or made
her feel the urge to go and get blood for her children, like her ancestors, millions and millions,
perhaps billions of years ago did the same.
I have children. I work for them. I am the blood hunter of our little family
. We are a mosquito family, the father brought us together. He did his job and left.
What differs me from this mosquito? Im sure the mosquito is gone now, its black.
No heaven full of blood. No relatives, siblings or ancestors to be with.
From birth till my age now, 30. I have been going to church.
I am sealed, baptized and loved. I have learned and studied the book which
Christians consider to be the basis of life page by page.
But now, it changed. I believe in the absence of God.
My head could not be any more empty as it is now. Still this day is making me start writing.
Although I dont know where it is about, or how it will end. I think its about my desperate
philosophic brain. Not being able to know the reason were here. The reason we step outside
our door every single day. What makes us?
At this moment Im looking at the ceiling, a stein of a dead mosquito, I have yet to clean, on it.
The mosquito is female, she probably had some eggs, a family to take care of. I ended it all,
I did not let her suck blood out of my veins, I stopped her from feeding her children. She is dead.
Her life, her free life came to an end. Where is she now? This insect had brains, brains which
controlled her every day, brains that made her wake up, feel a little pain in her paw or made
her feel the urge to go and get blood for her children, like her ancestors, millions and millions,
perhaps billions of years ago did the same.
I have children. I work for them. I am the blood hunter of our little family
. We are a mosquito family, the father brought us together. He did his job and left.
What differs me from this mosquito? Im sure the mosquito is gone now, its black.
No heaven full of blood. No relatives, siblings or ancestors to be with.
From birth till my age now, 30. I have been going to church.
I am sealed, baptized and loved. I have learned and studied the book which
Christians consider to be the basis of life page by page.
But now, it changed. I believe in the absence of God.