It is a man or a woman. It is gratitude for any unforeseeable occurrence of last which brought you to one moment of justice. It is the joy of being a young man in a young world. It is an awakening, or perhaps is this the clear and clear knowledge of its capacities and its limits? It is the concentration, or a facility to perhaps perceive the universe? It is to see in each human being a mystical power which pushes with the good. It is patience opposite stupidity. It is the desire for decapitating somebody, and yet for moving away some. It is knowto know, when you are without the penny, that you still have something that the money cannot buy. It is to wear overalls as if it were about a formal dress. It is to wish to re-enter at home, whereas one is there already. It is a voyage by rocket which leads even further that the visible universe. It is to look at something which is superficially ugly, but rayon of beauty. It is a majestic horizon or a desert of the west. It is a young child. It is a chrysalis which is transformed into butterfly. It is to be conscious that survival is a wild combat with oneself. It is a magnetic attraction towards those which are beaten and desperate. It is knowto know that even the bad moments are beneficial.
Do not look at behind, you do not have anything yet considering.
When people look at you and ask you what occurs, your glance will answer them: " It is that I can stop! "
This singular thing that is spirituality cannot be given to another by words. If each human being must obtain it, then each human being must gain it, with its way, of its own hand, marked with the seal its being, with its manner.