Limits of expression


20160910_193134What is hope? A desire for a specific outcome or just a word we defined for a precise need?

Humans have always needed hope. We crave a meaning, an explanation to make sense of everything. Some people call it god, some others call it destiny or karma, and those who are uncertain rely on science. Yet everyone looks for something greater than oneself.

Any motivation results from desiring a specific outcome. But what if there is no hope? What if we’ve been lead into a false belief? Would false hope be better than no hope?

If there’s no hope, if everything is fake, there’s no moving force to pull people towards an objective, there wouldn’t be any motivation to accomplish anything. If we take for a fact that none of our actions really matter, then what would be the point of being?

Hope never dies, it can’t die. The moment hope is lost, we create our own (false hope). The search for hope becomes itself our new hope.


Altagia: (n) – Feeling of nostalgia when you see a face from someone in your past, whom you haven’t seen in a while. A close friend whose face seems different to what you recalled, but still holding those detailed core features that only someone from the past like you, can identify. Making your mind wonder how many new stories you could’ve lived together.

Exostasis: (n) – The desire of wanting to stop being part of your present storyline. To become an observer of your own life movie, only watching from a safe distance where you can’t get hurt nor intervene on it. To let your self be on its own and analyze from a distance what thoughts and feelings emerge in you. Like a chef who just cooked a masterpiece and hides to wait for the guests to taste the plate.

Words of May 2016

Virtual Worlds

“Fantastic, I leave for 11 minutes and the whole thing falls apart”, complained the gray-haired professor in silence while rushing down an empty hall in the artificial intelligence division.
“Why did you launch the simulation?”, yelled in a seemingly angry voice that uncovered a sign of dread.
“We… we didn’t launch it, sir. It seems the initial launch was not interrupted but rather delayed”, stuttered a small man whose footsteps were almost as loud as his voice.
They approached the main control room which was known to be one of the safest places to be in a nuclear event. Buried beneath the country’s second tallest skyscraper, a 1.4-mile deep military-bought bunker. A 120” screen illuminated the faces of the 8 scientists that spent 16 hours a day locked inside.
“So what’s the status?”, asked the professor, whose now bright face emerged from the back of the room.
“The simulation’s been running since you left, sir”, replied one of the scientists, who appeared to be in charge before the professor’s arrival. “But we lost track of the time growth and the space expansion variables, it seems they grew at even a faster rate than expected. We didn’t manage to measure their growth coefficient…”
“It doesn’t matter anymore…” interrupted the professor as he slowly approached the monitor, “Did we get enough data to look the aftermath of the big bang?”

“Yes, sir, but that was more than 1 thousand years ago ‘simulation time’.” answered the scientist.
“What?!”, yelled the professor, “Initiate the ‘peek routine’ and give me the coordinates of all the ‘possible life’ planets that we can identify”

The professor logged in to one of the PC’s in the room and stared at it for 2 minutes without saying a word. He then continued to type in the coordinates that were given to him and stared for three more minutes before he laid his back against the chair.

He started laughing, although one could identify a tone of despair and wickedness in his laugh.

Everyone looked at him wondering what he had seen.

He then proceeded, “Ladies and gentlemen the project is a success… it took the human race a little bit more than six million years to be able to come up with a plausible world simulation… our, simulation… ten years ago, we couldn’t even come up with a good algorithm to emulate the weak atomic force, let alone gravity and electromagnetism…” he continued, “but now we are here… and I can tell you we’ve done it… I just peeked to ‘see’ the virtual world that came as a result of the simulation… I ‘saw’ huma… I ‘saw’ human-like beings rendered into this virtual world and I’m afraid that we cannot shut down the project now…”

“These ‘virtual beings’ needed less than six million years… they evolved so fast and so efficiently… I ‘saw’ them build their own world simulation…”

The professor knew that shutting the simulation down, would disappear a ‘virtual’ world with ‘virtual’ people, who were a result of an algorithm (a very complex one based on physical laws). This virtual beings had already begun to simulate their own virtual worlds. The professor realized that his reality might as well be just a virtual one. Given that they were able to run the simulation in the first place meant, for him, that he was allowed by some divine presence.



A random action, an insignificant act of compassion. Does it lose its meaning if there’s a reward of some sort?

Religion teaches us to be kind in order to be rewarded. But what if there isn’t any reward. What if there’s no one out there to judge our actions?

If we assume that our brief existence is pointless, then an act of kindness is nothing but a true sacrifice and an authentic miracle

An act of kindness that expects nothing in return is an outcry to the universe, showing it that we do have a purpose. By being humane to others, we create a purpose for ourselves while making others wonder what theirs is or better yet: if there is any at all.

True kindness knows no hope. True purpose is defined, not found.



Who are we at birth?

Malformations in the brain structure, chemical unbalances inside the neurons, and genetic information all contribute into defining our behavior (Perhaps the latter being the cause for the rest). Is the residue pure human nature?

We all are the same at birth and our personality is only modeled by the circumstances, experiences, and people with whom we relate later in life. We are walking trees, growing on the surface waiting to interact with our surroundings.

Metamorphosed by our environment, we develop talents like branches, we spread and reach out other trees. We age and thrive in our own forest, leaving our impression on the ground when we perish.

Who are we? We are nature, we are life and idleness, order and chaos.



If the answer to all of mankind’s mysteries were a conceivable idea (Mystery as in “why” were we created or “what is the purpose” of the universe).Then the probability that this idea has already been (or in the process of being) conceived is very high.

So supposing that it isn’t conceivable and nobody has the answers we’re looking for, then it is necessary to focus on the “why” and “how” would it be unconceivable:

This idea would be beyond our comprehension, we wouldn’t have the language nor the imaginative capacity to even grasp what it describes.

It’d be an idea so complex and so alien to us that even if it were portrayed in our minds it wouldn’t make sense. It’d involve words and concepts so complicated that we wouldn’t have used otherwise but to explain this idea. They’d be concepts comprising massive objects, eons and colossal distances between different dimensions and deeper unimaginable concepts…

Until we get the chance to invent more elaborate words, we’ll be able to understand and communicate more effectively and maybe then we might get the chance to explain what’s going on around us.