Fire does not always burn, sometimes it transforms

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Everyone is like a record that repeats itself.

When you go near it, it repeats its inner ramblings everywhere, in every situation, independent of whoever approaches it.

You know how in old movies, in thrillers, there is a jukebox, in a dusty bar in the middle of nowhere, a meteorite has fallen to earth and it is still playing the same song in a scratchy way? Exactly from such a place, the delirium that goes on with the scratching.

I can't think of a better term than calling them delirium. When I say repetition, it resonates in the mind as something more acceptable. But delirium is a state of neurosis...

That's why everyone is in delirium.

In the words we squeeze ourselves into, that word that we think describes us clearly, that word that is stuck in the sound wagon, that sees the same thing every time it looks at itself, that is familiar with what it sees and says "Yes, you are right" every time it sees it...

Who is not disturbed by sameness, by this delirium...

Doesn't a person ever say, "I have expressed it in these words elsewhere, let me express it differently here"? Instead of speaking and expressing from the source, that is, from the situation that creates his feeling, he just hangs on to the words out of love, admiration, addiction to what he has already said about that situation.

In this way, he loses touch with the essence. When we say essence, let us not understand something sublime, but let us understand it.

The way it works both in the smallest part and in the whole is the same.

When you were saying the word, what was your feeling and why did you say it, what is your feeling now when you repeat the same word? Is it the same? Could it have changed?

And we are ashamed that it has changed. What we were courageous yesterday, today we are afraid of. What we were afraid of yesterday, today we embrace and we are ashamed to even utter it. Perhaps that is why we cling to the false identities created by the word.

Keep repeating yourself.

Forever and eternity, keep repeating yourself...

Fear of the outside, fear of communication, fear of reality, sincerity, love, novelty, self-delusion...

Like monumental statues, everyone and everything stands like that. A world inside their heads, give and take.

Then someone comes along, you tell someone new about yourself with the same sentences that you are already delirious... You don't tell them. That record is already playing...

And this is what distinguishes us from others. Care, closeness, uniqueness, uniqueness. Where does one hide their uniqueness if their lyrics are not unique? Can it exist? When your emotion is changing, maybe only expanding and contracting on the same axis, when you are breathing... Can you speak from there every time? Can you connect to that emotion every time and vocalize the melody of your own emotion? Then you will be unique, then you will be unique, then you will be free from identities, from what you call others, from the states you think you are stuck in...

You can observe what change changes, but only if you keep talking about that feeling, only if you can hear the melody of that feeling now coming to your ears. Isn't clinging, delirium, getting caught in the smoke coming out of the emotion, forgetting about the fire and repeating that smoke, even when the smoke starts to dissipate and you continue to describe the smoke in a hurry, in a hurry because you feel yourself in the void and the unknown?

Sometimes walking into the fire is not to burn, but only to see the truth. Fire does not always burn!

Fire warms, fire transforms, transforms. Burning is the pit that the one who does not know throws himself into, the rebellion against his ignorance.

Otherwise, what else can burning be but the footprint of the master...

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