Sunday 6th November 2005

I contemplated God in the fluffy tail of a little country dog.

In a couple tightened hand in hand, on the bright shore of Torre Canne.

Death is illusion: Shakespeare’s genius looked through things, better the thing.

To his eyas, filled with truth, we look the same as dreams. To mine, the whole reality looks the same as dream, from the star to elicobacter. The Angle’s levity, and the God’s levity.

Proving God’s exsistence? God does prove ours.

Only the one who believes by loving and loves by believing can be considered as spiritual. Mainly the one who is Love because does their beloved’s will.

This article is available in Italian too