The Chance

The old man asked: "Perfectness, could we ever presence perfectness? Right here, right now. Anywhere, anytime. Is it possible? Is it an ordinary word? Is it a dream? With or without answers, about one thing I am certain: forget it's nature, if it has a nature; forget the infinite line of miracles that dragged it, if it is infinite; forget it's meaning, if you ultimately need to and then, just then, realize: it exists on my mind. It's a matter of fact it exists."

The old man will die without a proof that suits his doubts. That I am sure.

So short on words but so sure on truths. Let me enlarge the words throw truths.

Truths, this is what the old man is looking for. And yet it is truths his biggest problem.

The old man has only one condition to live: listening to his feelings which will lead him to truths.

Unfortunately, truths is what blinds the old man's sight. Make no mistake, the old man won't find lies under this terms. Instead what he will find is whats beyond the walls of the truths: the truths the old man seeks.

The truth walls have one weakness only: The Mind.

This leads him to The Chance. He have the chance to deny the truths throw The Mind improving his innocent sight, to see beyond the truths.




This leads us to perfectness. Because only the most imperfect can have an imperfect chance that escaped from perfectness to reach it and pass over it.