A child crying…
Because her birthday is coming…
And she does not want to become 9…
She wants to stay 8 for ever…
Oh, dear child.
Listen to me.
You will be a child for ever.
As your mom and me.
Don’t be fooled by the aging skin.
Or the tired eyes.
Inside the soul, we are still a kid.
Playing.
Laughing.
Happy.
Being sad.
As that first time I came to Be…
If not an invitation to dying?
What is death?
If not a call to being alive?
Seek the truth in the irrational.
Where nothing depends on anything.
And the trees are the river.
Flowing freely.
Towards a place with no time…
If not a constant journey to death?
We try not to think of death much.
But tell me.
During a trip.
Do you ever think of your destination?
Or of where you started the journey instead?
(What is wrong?)
Is it me?
Or the thing that I believe?
People are no better than chance at identifying when someone else is recounting a false or real memory of a crime, according to a new UCL study.
Study author Dr Julia Shaw (UCL Psychology & Language Sciences) said: “Everyone thinks that they couldn’t be tricked into believing they have done something they never did, and that if someone were telling them about a false memory, they would be able to spot it. But we found that actually, people tend to be quite susceptible to having false memories, and they sound just like real memories.” (1)
Lies disguised as truth.
Truth disguised as lies.
Funny.
At the end, what is true makes no difference.
As long as you believe it.
The power of the cosmos is raw.
And it is there.
To kill everything you love.
Accept it.
Suffer.
It’s the outside that counts: Their charisma has an impact on the introduction and image of alien species and can even hinder their control. An international research team have investigated the influence of charisma on the management of invasive species. (1)
So beautiful.
And yet.
Lethal.
The story of our life.
Trusting.
To our death.
I can still see the beauty.
Who is laughing?
Even in my final hours.
I never trusted anyone.
Look beauty.
Are you crying?
Look…
I will die now.
Am I beautiful?
