How will you think?
At each step, the tightrope walker surrenders the space that the body subtracts to air. This is the image that keeps appearing in front of my eyes when I think of balance. What have we subtracted so far and, most importantly, how much? How much time do we have to surrender it, by now unavoidably?

Can we manage, once and for all, to commit to giving a (not strictly aesthetic or anti-aesthetic) meaning to our due actions of compensation?

Everybody talks about resilience, as if easy restitution were useful and justifiable.

Short sightedness! The difficulties created by looking from too close don’t only damage the sight, they don’t allow you to have a perspective in which to be willing to consider yourself a mere point in an infinite line: humility and selflessness, overview, availability. What do we actually do for others and when do we stop doing it for personal gain or for pure magnification of ego?

What does being one mean, today? And also, is it really necessary to continue taking care of the global system through individual awareness?

Global = globe!

I’ll explain better, going back to the initial image of the tightrope walker. It’s even too obvious, by now, that we are walking on a rope: we humans have gone too far in searching for a (merely fictitious) awareness of our role on Earth. It’s either me or God. It’s either me or a ‘Deus ex machina’. As if we couldn’t or didn’t want to accept the value that a fly-wheel has in a mechanism! The universe is an infinite driving force, in which time and space are cause and effect, interchangeable but illusory of a relative measure.

Like a bacterium or a virus, which are negative for the human being, chaos supports the deception of fear, which hides everything: fear of the unknown, of the different, of emptiness, of fire, of the other, of lightning and thunder, of rats and snakes, of movements and earthquakes.

We want an evolution without a revolution, catechising the doubt with the solution. Hans Kammerlander, a well-known rock climber, while actually tracing the Pindaric path of ‘my’ more and more doubtless animal adequacy, used to say: “Life is not a problem to solve, but a reality to experiment with”.

This is and must always be where gain falls behind and material goods lose sense, handing down a legacy of memory and knowledge. Wisdom and intuition.

The books we read have been written by other people.

It’s the same with paths.

Let’s go back to looking, listening, noticing what surrounds us! Let’s be aware of happening!

Only then, we will be part of something different from us, encompassed and all-encompassing, or ‘omini-encompassing’!

In the past seventy years, we have been hiding in a box in front of which, be it a television or a mobile phone, we haven’t been able to communicate change: we are complicit with the distance that a smart system has contributed to generating. We used to express the concept of family in front of a fire or of a scenario of feelings, ready to create a common landscape by sharing.

Now we are more and more like actors who have effortlessly become the protagonists of a box office success, whose theme somehow looks like the usual and repulsive economic bet: who can makes it, who can’t doesn’t. Are we sure we have evolved? Have we really given up?

Where are the intellectuals?

Do we still think that culture can be sold in the circles of wealthy chosen few, with the option of paying our dues in instalments?

How will you think? How will I think?

How we will think: I’ve carefully studied the pluralis majestatis, practising it, at the conscious cost of my own health, to freely donate my physical and mental energies. I’ve been and will keep looking after more than one plot of land, so as to encourage animals to draw closer, after fires and ignorance have driven them away for the last thirty years. I’ve therefore soldiered on, reforesting, with Tiziana, my life partner and muse, repopulating, destroying boundaries and walls by smacking them with a hammer, building stairs of wood and stone, clearing watercourses, banning the use of heavy machinery, creating nests and shelters, and strengthening the links of the natural chain. I’ve looked at myself as a a cog in the machine of the universe.