My love,
You are not qualified to be a match for life before you understand,
As long as you do not understand, you are not good for anything…
Before Odysseus raised his anchor, he did not understand what was required of him
And sail without a horizon,
Just as the gods did not understand what Odysseus understood,
The sea, its waters did not understand what was assigned to them.
The horizon did not understand its place…
No one understood whether the question was in the formative stage or whether it was still an idea in the mind.
There the legend of man was born: from a question that has no answer,
Question in incomplete form,
The absurd Gilgamesh died without realizing it.
Stop exaggerating, my son… May God have mercy on you!
Before you became what you are, you were greater than what you became!
I was free: clay, water, air and fire,
you are everything,
I became nothing!
You’re super-footed corn,
finite existence,
inherent in its essence,
Then what did you become?
nothing!
The desert has no choice but to remain a desert forever!
And all you need is to return to what you were, according to your own law.
And pace yourself,
An emergence that is difficult to comprehend…
In its despair, the flower has no choice but to fold its leaves and cover its nakedness.
It pollinates itself.
Likewise, O Son of God, you are lacking.
You are not alone, filled with emptiness and the noise of history.
Beware of the distant past,
The Iraqi said it best:
“O past, return to your past.”
As for you, in front of you is a spider weaving an engineering path to the future.
A clever example of hunting nothingness.
This happens repeatedly without questions or answers…
Before time realized its tandem nature,
Before space reaches its four dimensions and expands,
Before the minerals get their energy,
Before the emergence of heat and magnetism in souls…
At that time, it was not a question seeking an answer.
As long as you were born, you have no other right!
Your domain is food and air, so fight!
In front of you is nothing but nuclear storms and darkness.
Nothing is evident except the fragile memory of your birth
And destiny intended.
We cannot escape the rigidity of the question
And do not leave the mirrors of answers,
We cannot find what exists, and we have not found anything else…
Go where the seas of the earth have expanded,
Sleep with all the women you own,
You will not come without what creation brought…
The results are recorded in the caves for no reason.
Because it came for no reason,
It was not possible to deduce it,
The sun was digesting the rest of the day
And the night defecates behind the mountains above our heads…
As long as you were born, you have no right to anything else!
Painting by Amir Khatib
The Ovi 