Well... no, it is already quite difficult to determine what a 'step' is, so this is not the next step in the human evolution, but it is actually an idea I gathered from reading different sources... so basically is just focused in this analogy I am building up right now...
If a single-celullar being took millions of years to learn that grouping armoniously with other single-celled organisms was both a huge advantage and a high risk, but that has been worth it; how much time will take us, humans as 'individuals', to realize that competition is counter-productive, and that the next step in our own evolution is to bind ourselves as one being, as our cells did millions of years ago?
Of course, we can work in group, and as a team too, but to be honest, we are behaving more like rats, than like a cohesive group or team: at the first sign of trouble, the rats leave the ship abandoned to ill fortune. A cell cannot do that... to be part of a multi-cellular entity, means that the cell has to have ultimate commitment: If the cell next to me dies, I die as well...............; but we, as humans, just wander around like single-cellular automata, learnt, by force, that competition is the way to go, that the one that has more money/love/friends/success/internal knowledge of itself/whatever adjective or sustantive you want to put here, is the best
6.4.08
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Llueve, y una brisa fresca recorre las calles. Abro el balcón, en espera de un colorido olor a tierra, y las pequeñas gotas de rocío apenas rozan mi piel cuando se desvanecen en el calor de mi cuerpo.
Su fuerza me inunda, el agua me envuelve lentamente, y millones de columnas de luz se levantan ante mis ojos, transmitiendo su chi dentro de mi. Se adaptan, viven, escudriñan y se apoderan de mi espíritu felino, cuando en un momento la oscuridad empieza a vaciarme. Un elenco de puntos me observa desde el espacio, escondidos detrás de una cortina de humo: renovada en las manos del tiempo y el movimiento perenne.
Secuenciales ondas se van ahora apoderando de la circunstancia; la fuerza se queda, pero el agua sigue su camino, indiferente a mí, prefiere el suelo, sucio e inmundo, porque para ella es igual. Un pedacito de ella se queda en mi mente y yo supongo: una gota, hace la diferencia.
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It rains, and a fresh stream of air rushes down the streets. I open the balcony, hoping for the return of a colorful smell of earth, and the rain barely touches my skin when it vanishes in the heat of my body.
Its strength floods me, water embraces me slowly, and million of columns of light raise in my eyes, transferring their chi into me. They adapt, live, wander and steal my feline spirit, when at a certain time, darkness starts my own void. A group of points watches the spectacle from the space, hidden behind an smoke curtain: renewed from the hands of time and the prennial movement.
Sequential waves start filling the scene; the strenght remains, but water continues its flow, indifferent to me, prefers the ground, filthy and dirty, because its the same for it. A bit of water remains in my mind and I suppose: one drop, makes the difference.
Su fuerza me inunda, el agua me envuelve lentamente, y millones de columnas de luz se levantan ante mis ojos, transmitiendo su chi dentro de mi. Se adaptan, viven, escudriñan y se apoderan de mi espíritu felino, cuando en un momento la oscuridad empieza a vaciarme. Un elenco de puntos me observa desde el espacio, escondidos detrás de una cortina de humo: renovada en las manos del tiempo y el movimiento perenne.
Secuenciales ondas se van ahora apoderando de la circunstancia; la fuerza se queda, pero el agua sigue su camino, indiferente a mí, prefiere el suelo, sucio e inmundo, porque para ella es igual. Un pedacito de ella se queda en mi mente y yo supongo: una gota, hace la diferencia.
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It rains, and a fresh stream of air rushes down the streets. I open the balcony, hoping for the return of a colorful smell of earth, and the rain barely touches my skin when it vanishes in the heat of my body.
Its strength floods me, water embraces me slowly, and million of columns of light raise in my eyes, transferring their chi into me. They adapt, live, wander and steal my feline spirit, when at a certain time, darkness starts my own void. A group of points watches the spectacle from the space, hidden behind an smoke curtain: renewed from the hands of time and the prennial movement.
Sequential waves start filling the scene; the strenght remains, but water continues its flow, indifferent to me, prefers the ground, filthy and dirty, because its the same for it. A bit of water remains in my mind and I suppose: one drop, makes the difference.
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