There are moments in life, sometimes short and sometimes not, that characterize pushing it with a breath in some direction, giving it a trajectory apparently obliged.
Well, during these periods the relationship with the environment around us and with others become intense, morbid, dare I say symbiotic.
are those segments of life that eventually of our day, looking back, seem like a flash light that pierces the darkness, much more than just memories, and we realize that perhaps, have given meaning to our existence.
In each of us this is clear, this spark which belongs to us and that our instinct, and tends not to waste each of us has at least given an opportunity to fulfill its task, there is a need ' island to be preserved, in our lives, there is no need to save the world from implosion by pushing a button, because within Creates reports, our every action is important because already aimed at maintaining balance and out of these is a plot even more extensive reporting, which sustains the world.
We are also essential for good or evil just like the Losties on the island. LOST
In this becomes a hymn to life and choice of missions so strong and so important is just an option to exacerbate tense narrative concept.
At this point, however, must go beyond this life, you have a strong need for all of us, a final which is edifying, that to which we all aspire, if only for defend ourselves from the awareness and the unsustainability the miserable human condition, otherwise the whole thing is worth quest'affannarsi? And where will it end that spark of light?
It is at this precise moment that came "The End", a final result of a choice simple but not trivial .
Simple because it comes directly at all levels of awareness, inclusive of non-trivial because much of the mysticism since the Middle Ages and perhaps even earlier.
Seizing and feel it in the sense of intimate, this is crucial, because it makes unnecessary any attempt at explanation with regard to any technical aspect.
Because when you can to capture the essence of a beautiful work, the questions get by and remain in contemplation, hoping to stay there for who knows how long.
This is still my position today, and try to prolong it as much as I possibly can to retain that sense of contentment in me slightly bitter aftertaste, then everything will disappear and the time will come for me any questions, cat Schrödinger's relativistic physics, the struggle between fate and free will and religious sense of Lost.
Not today though, not now, I fear that closing my eyes everything will really end.
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