One never is alone... never in company. One is.
There are no others and there is no I. There is.
What follows is just an idea, fantasy... imagination... Santa Claus...
Ideas fly here and there inventing what is not.
I use to belive in being lonely, abandoned, helpless. Other day I felt hopeful, corageous and loving. But it doesn't matter what I do belive... the point is belive or not belive. To be or not to be, that is the question. Not about being somebody but just being or, even better, not being.
How can I pray? to whom? when there is nobody... even I am not.
Who is going to help? when nothing ever was.
