In Consciousness

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"Awareness, nobility and compassion walk blind and picked by hand, consciousness as love is what makes us human, when the heart is not housed consciousness soul becomes a great reservoir of rotten, dark and turbulent waters"

The Boundaries of the Soul. Introduction to the Conscience.

In the mini work "Mirror all Know it" find a dialogue between a user and a computer configured as an Oracle, this time also is a dialogue between a poet and his muse and is inspired by the intervention of an author at the Orange Festival of Poetry.

* In Consciousness *

A poet appears thoughtful on the small stage in front of a decorated simulating a road junction, next to one of his muses, sitting on a stone look it carefully, the man moves towards the public and begs a question.

-We are Aware of What is Consciousness?

Yes!, says one, No!, exclaims another spectator, "Consciousness is Like the Shame", says a young woman sitting in a corner of an auditorium, the poet remains silent until everything is silent, then it begins to make an identikit of what is for him The Conscience.

-In consciousness we are born, we grow and conscience some day you have to leave, consciousness is our most implacable judge and just awareness is that we will have to judge, you can fool parents, neighbors, lovers, children and friends, but one...

Never!

The Muse which up until then had remained stationary and in an attitude of absence, the poet answered in dry and clear-cut way.

-My dear friend you forget... that there are men and women devoid of conscience, and those characters when they commit crimes, outrages, insults and offences are to be judged by a land court, without conscience there is no place for repentance or a brake for the iniquity.

The poet turns to her and the look complacent, with slight movements of the head seat that she is telling the truth, but affects qualify.

From ancient times have been monsters of human aspect in order to confuse and of causing damage to their victims, but the ordinary is that when there is a betrayal or a vile and heinous crime it is done by interest, fear or coercion and is in those situations when consciousness meets this mission which translates in balance and sanity or insanity and pain.

Consciousness has much to do with Temperance and the nobility of the heart, in a world without solidarity awareness everything is absolutism and desolation, without conscience, the road becomes much more comfortable but the destination is the horror of the underworld, consciousness raises us or us crushes as a heavy slab.

Consciousness is,
The pain and the others wound,
In memory it freezes,
The horror and compassion.

In consciousness thrives,
The fear and the shadow of the world,
In the memory stays,
The stench and the final solution.

The Muse rises with expression serious, while the figure vanishes between smoke is taking strength the voice, by the speakers of the Chamber are sounding some loose verses from Andrew González accompanied by Spanish guitar chords and so... slowly lowering the mini curtain.

The culmination of a lifetime is now,
well, now,
well, now,
and if now would be enough for us
we must let go of such and such
and such and such
no matter how much
such and such
may mean to us
it is through a multitude
of so much meaning so much to us
that we miss what is actually in front of us.

Andrew Gonzalez. Fragment of Consciousness.

"Holy madness that makes us different, blessed rarities that place us out of the ordinary, there are creative madness and madness that deform the psyche and the real thing, the same way as the closest thing to a criminal is one who pursues it, the closest thing to a madman is his psychiatrist"

The Boundaries of the Soul. Remorse and Mental Health.

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