Inside the mind of the people that invented Heaven, I tell myself, there must have been a lot of hope... In theirs that perpetually invent hells, a lot of fear, despair, ferocity, hate, but also... the will of liberation and self-determination.
Vanity would be the attempts at a higher tier. The simple steps of my soul will carry me in a heartbeat to a nicer residence than that of ministers, of presidents or kings and queens, by a simple test of imagination. I am thinking: should I go in...?! And if I get in, should I keep that object that speaks of the past?!... A photo of the loved ones... I was a child embracing the first page of the book of happiness – the warm hands of my parents.