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Egonaute

Why do you write?

I do not know.

When your life depends on a problem you take out a sheet and you begin to write things who probably have no meaning. Why?

I feel the urge to exorcise my troubles, I feel so relieved when I finish a page and I get comments. I feel that there are people who share my pain, even though the majority are nobodies.

What you do is it worth?

For me it's a real satisfaction and when I publish it so that I share, but if it's interesting to others.

You do not think it's a waste of time?

In any case, writing allows me to find a balance and probably a smile.

Why you do not share your pain rather than actually thou refuge in a virtual world?

It's very rare when I find people who are able to share my pain, or able to understand me.

Do not you think that you take yourself for a higher being?

Most people who know me just say I'm a show-off or that I think I'm a real nerd.

Is this true?

I do not know what image I give to others, but I just behave normally, although this behavior can be seen otherwise.

What do you regret most?

I regret that promote critical thinking, wanting to show others that I am not someone who lets himself go, because the mass is right.

you This does not create problems in your workplace?

I suffer from a number of judgments, especially when I am calling upon my rights.

Asking questions is a vital thing for you?

If I did not ask any questions I will consider myself a simple animal that era in this land without any goal.

Have you achieved your goals?

I do not have any answers, but I am satisfied with this life I lead.

NB Egonaute means a navigation at the bottom of himself.

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Confession

What happens?
Nothing is personal, eternal pain that I disagree with the sky ...
Today I saw my another face, that of a cruel man.
It's been years that I have not felt that feeling, last time I so it when I was 16 years. Before me there was one person who did me wrong, I wanted to smash your face to this person, but several things do not grant me this right, I freaked out and my skin turned blue.
I confess that I am an aggressive, which would be a completely insane other, but I refuse to be a sadist who will inflict harm others, and I refuse categorically. When I was 18 years
I tried to understand me and see my dark side.


I think there was a positive impact of the film "Interview with a Vampire" because I could talk to my ego, it could strike a deal. All I wanted was not hurt, but only if people think I'm not an asshole ...
For years I refused to get in touch with people, because I am aware that we humans are trying to inflict harm to others.
Today I found myself before a person and the little voice said "take something and made it a hole, you'll be empty for years do you get pleasure in torturing a person"
I refused to listen to that voice, because I retained my consciousness ... The moral fiber
told me to do nothing, but she told me to cry, to exorcise my troubles, but do not go through.
I can not understand that dissent, I can not understand why I'm still missing the point, why I apply this notion of "peace"!

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Question mark

She got up, then she walked towards her best friend. She seemed so absorbed, or rather disoriented, her best friend questioned her about his state of mind, then she whispered something something that is not understandable! Her best friend
gaped and then silence will reign in this room filled with several toys still! then she confided her secret, "You know what, I just realized something that can change our world" After several minutes, she whispered something in his ear, his best was petrified! to see her face, she was almost dead! What! How can you think of such a thing! Listen, this is what I have discovered, I just realized that we are just puppets, it is attached to a house, that of a puppeteer, and it plays all the roles!

This is a "human" What a human? This word was never used appear in the world of puppetry puppets then entered into a long conversation and she explained how a human can be born, she told him the cycle by which a sperm passed his best friend closed her eyes and she wondered if his friend has become a crazy! You know, I do not know, but we in the world of puppetry is dependent upon a single person, it was he who made us, and it comes alive whenever he wishes you never thought of why other puppets do not move? You never asked this question? Let me tell you that their master is dead! "Death!" But what is this bullshit, I think you're close to the madness! How can you say it's madness? How can you tell the difference between reason and madness, if you depend of a single person? But I do not die, I am eternal! how my creator can be fatal? The puppet put his two puppets, worn weary by his thoughts .. For years he tried to unravel the mystery ... but by putting himself in the shoes of his creations that he understood that there is a force that moves, a force that draws her for all that he understood that he will never understand the nature because of its creator it is not human! His thoughts will be limited by the knowledge of humans and they can never explore the divine world.

Nb: This is a story I wanted to write in 2002. This text is just a draft, if you have any comments or suggestions please feel free ....