I. Human Eye

I think no one becomes a writer. We born as one. Some of us are tasked early, for their stories have to be told urgently, or it's just not our time to make the discovery of whom we truly are.

Our identity is everything. I think being a writer is not a job, it's an identity, a highly purpose to create the best heroes in the worst villains.

We are all heroes in our own story. We do choose our actions within a reason. That reason is who we are.

When one thief steals to protect and feed its family, another one steals because he thinks he can get away by what he does. He becomes Greed.

Life is an allegorical novel with only that many authors, where we all, one way or another, stand for something.

There are 1640 named colors. But how many colors are there?

- Infinity.

There are infinite numbers of colors in the universe.

According to a study done by Psycho Physicists,

• the human eye can see one thousand shades of light, as well as one hundred levels of red-green and one hundred levels of yellow-blue.

1000 x 100 x 100 = 10,000,000

This is just the number within the ability of their detection.

Everything is not;

- Black or White

- Good or Bad

- Beautiful or Ugly

- Tall or Short

- Sweet or Sour | Bitter

- Fast or Slow

- Far or Near

- Many or Few

- Far or Apart

- Full or Empty

- Future or Past

- Together or Apart

- Give or Get

- Best or Worst

- In or Out

- Always or Never

- Right or Wrong

- Victory or Defeat

...

I tried to include as many as I could to let the words echo in your mind, realize how they have been strictly structured to oppose each other and built our lives within.

Why do we name things?

Seriously, why.?

When I listed those words, I wanted you to realize the antipathy in between them, how far they felt when all they did was put together a whole.

Does this remind you of something?

All the antipathy...

1 - 1 = 0

Two sides exist only to neutralize each other. No one could know good without bad, there would be nothing to win if there was no defeat...

You fall down, only to rise again. You rise up only to fall down again. Ironically beautiful, infrastructure in synchrony. In one word; humane.

A human is not simple. When you put some flesh and bones as ones would say, the result is not "human". It is just flesh and bones.

We all carry parts of universe with us, we are the universe. Being the most complex creature doesn't require other kinds bowing down. Being unique is not a base nor a reason to build a hierarchy system on.

Yet we still waste our "3-days-amount-of-time" on it instead of figuring out what is a "human", in reality.

Let's return to our colors.

Consider the figure above a human being. Assume that, it is you.

Each line represents something of you.

Realize the darkness within.

Some are born darker, for that their purpose is to protect the equivalency of our scales.

Bad exists so that good can rise upon.

Remember the study.

We are colors, and the world can have only that many of our tones. An infinite amount of tones, gifted to us...

To clarify, I'm not saying we should thank a murderer, I'm saying its road let him become one.

In our reality, everything feels so true, in a way we can hold on to.

I tend to believe that it is a play. All the colours, scales, neutrality... were created for us, our play that is made of everlasting acts.

No force actually works against us, we work against it unconsciously to create the Wheel of Harmony.

I'd like to conclude my words today with a quote of a man I cherish dearly.

“You didn't come into this world. You came out of it, like a wave from the ocean. You are not a stranger here.”

~ Alan W. Watts

Cloud-hidden, Whereabouts Unknown

Thank you for being here, and present.

See you very soon.

Best.