THEN11t0623

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it’s missing two days and i am already writing to youtch. you can go back to the beginning of a maybe or start again in the direction youtch like from the index.
from some reason i am always stuck in here. going forward into the future i find myself in the same place and looking inside the past everything becomes the same and repeats itself. i remember the sunday when you were looking inside me, asking questions about everything and finding answers inside yourself. i remember also the last thursday, when we discussed the probability of reincarnation and we studied a formula to go inside the light and from there find an equation to go through the limits of space.
youtch know i don’t know what i am talking about. youtch are right. i can’t talk about understanding light or space, i can’t talk neither about the small difference between light and radio frequency.
all i can talk about is emotion. emotion is faster than light. no one else tried to find the beginning of the universe as an explosion of emotions. emotion as the most inner content of a cell. but we are speaking here about a new equation. emotion is an expression of a sensation, can’t be encapsulated in cells, can’t be divided in fragmented cells, or am i wrong? i am leaving to youtch, more prepared to investigate further, how right or wrong can be the solution of the creation of the universe if we were once one only emotion. the entire sum of universes as only one emotion. big ego we have right?
egocentric is the solution if we are prepared to solve an equation as if we were the center of the universe. but there is no reason to think otherwise. even if we think about us as a small quantity of universes, disconnected or not so centric from a bigger structure of connections of universes, or even some different model unknown to us considering the error of egocentrism, we would be anyway part of the model, so, how can we call egocentrism to a feeling? and being a feeling an emotion, egocentrism is again the most creative expression of our most inner self.
and if by any chance youtch don’t understand the creation of this idea, don’t worry about that, it’s not your problem. for better or worse, i am wrong or i am not capable of transmitting the perfect core of this idea.
so i rephrase it: joining all the knowledge i was capable of understanding until now, i am sharing to youtch the idea of emotion as the basic core of everything. thinking about the most smallest particle known, what ingredient makes this particle? emotion, the reason why humans are 70% made of water and 100% made of emotion(s?).

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THEN11t0616

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to find the beauty of the moment, writing to you while you play to me, beautiful as ever but more beautiful today, i look at you and while i undress you, i see you holding the instrument between your knees, the chords fly and you play, looking up, never looking at me.
the lights above on the dark room, the empty room crowded with empty chairs.
and if only once you noticed my eyes looking at you, we would be in love forever. but i, forever in love, i'm hidden between the dark lights, the dark surrounds me and i feel surrounded by darkness and for your music, an harmony completed everytime you forget the sky and look inside me.
and your music, your music is there, details and sound, until you stop.
with your eyes closed, you wait.
and while you wait, the silence dances. everywhere.
i see the dance of the silence like a new style of music. you move around the room, with your eyes closed, and i know you are exactly on the same place. you haven't moved, embraced to your instrument, you dance the silent dance, and i see you dancing, dancing with you seated in my chair, and the ladies and gentlemen, those who forgot to come today, their chairs claiming for them, they are dancing also with me, surrounding me them too, all the chairs are dancing, and the carpet.
and you start again. you start again and i stop dreaming. i open my eyes again and your eyes are open looking at me, and finally we, only we both, only we are dancing, everyone is where should be, and we are where we should be either, we are looking to ourselves while dancing embraced, while you play your favorite instrument, and i feel like kissing, i feel your lips.
outside this room, the moon was absent for some time, today. precisely where we are, but outside this room, the day came to say goodbye to the moon, and when the day was saying hello, he was't capable to see the expected moon, she was hidden on the least expected space, you and me, we both know where she was, youtch know either, but it is our global secret, only we humans know about this secret, no one else knows about it and we are going to keep it as our most secret human secret.
going in your direction, not thinking on the moon, not thinking about the day going away, not thinking about anything at all, just going in your direction, i tried to follow a new road and in this direction i need to go to the left and to the right and again to the left and again to the right and with so many curves i find myself without gas and in the pumpstation i find what i need to the car and to me.
through the glass, looking to the stadium we are capable of discussing context and field, and in both directions we still are lost, and being lost, we find our most inner self. maybe the reason why today no more directions are considered. the end. of this story? nope. the lerrnstory1 is neverending. later or sooner.

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THEN11t0609

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i am confused, youtch know? youtch are me or am i youtch?
come on, we already decided that, don’t youtch remember?
nope, my friend, youtch are wrong. all the times we said it, we decided we don’t know that.
sometimes everything becomes upside down. isn’t it the reason why the world is round?
a good idea, no more no less. the world is round because we need to change our mind from time to time.
problem is the fact we practice sleeping when upside down. a reason for jetlag.
ok, now youtch explained the jetlag effect. i thought i heard the reason was somewhat different.
all explanations are good unless we find them bad. a bad explanation is a good explanation we don’t like.
youtch mean everything becomes explained just because there’s an explanation even if the explanation is bad?
a bad answer is better than no answer at all?
depends.
youtch are right on that.
what if i dislike a good explanation?
a good question. let me think about it. let’s see if i can tell youtch something about it on a chapter or two.
i wait, don’t worry.
thanks.
p, disconnect immediately, i don’t want you in that world again. at least, not today.
s, b, 9a, g, 0a, see you later, alligator, remember the song?
bye.
bye.
bye.
bye.
…
b?
bye.
turning this world off.
geena, today i am entirely yours. i am not going to this world again. at least, not today.
a reflection from this world, why do you call me p, geena? i am not p for you, i never was.
i know who you are, p, you always have been p, even if you never told me so, and i never called you p before.
i may accept you to call me p, but i am so distant of p, i don’t see why you should do it, and i can’t understand why you say i am p.
Don’t worry about it, we have an entire day for ourselves, let’s not think more about who we are. What name do you prefer i use to call you?
dear.
ok, my dear, you are dear to me, my dear, that’s the name i am going to use from now on.
my dear sweet honey.
hold on now, you are going too far. are we going to the movies? we don’t go to the movies for a long time.
let’s try an immersion in virtual reality.
are you mentioning an 8D groupal movie? i told you i want you in this world, dear, haven’t you heard me? you told me you wouldn’t go to another world again, at least not today.
i told you i wouldn’t go to that world again, at least not today. i haven’t told you we couldn’t go to another world.
you are playing with words and i don’t like it. i am inviting you to an old movie. i want to cry in your shoulder.
then, come to my house today. i am sure i can find a video we are going to enjoy seeing together.

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THEN11t0602

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sit down, joe, sit down.
eyes on eyes, joe in front of me, at last.
we can finally do what we decide to do.
joe is looking to me, but he doesn't look with confidence. he's not completely confident. he looks at the glass of porto in his hands, another sip, a little more confidence, the soul comes out.
i take a glass to myself, now we both look at each other with a glass of porto in the hand.
on my right side, mark.
hello mark.
i look at mark with confidence and he gives me my confidence back, on just one look. on the right hand, a glass of porto.
on my left side, dan.
hello dan.
i look at dan with confidence but he's looking to mary. mary is looking to him. i can't look at dan, neither to mary.
sorry people i can't continue this meeting. no confidence enough.
mary and dan looked to me immediately.
i looked at dan with my left eye and to mary with my right eye.
i felt their confidence. they were confident and in love.
ok, people, we can continue.
i could feel the confidence on dan and mary, but mark and joe were not so confident now. they were looking to me with an interrogation in the eyes.
i take the full glass of porto and serve myself of another glass. i take that second round immediately.
everyone follows me.
ok, we are all entirely confident now. call the guy.
when x0p came inside the room, mary, dan, mark and joe stood seated in their chairs.
i invited x0p to sit on the vacant place, near mary.
x0p kissed mary on the face, hello people to everyone else.
are you prepared to go with mary on a mission?
mister, i don't now your name, i don't know the name of your guys, but while you don't give me a glass of what you are drinking, i can't go anywhere else.
that, is acceptable.
dan picked a glass and served x0p.
from my point of view, x0p was full of confidence even without the porto in front of him. but now, tasting it, the first expression was "what is this?".
5 voices were heard at the same time, "porto".
ok, said x0p, porto it is, you may not believe me, but this is the first time i taste it.
and what do you think of it? we 5 said, perfectly tuned.
he tasted it again, a small sip and a big smile.
it's very good, it's very good indeed.

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