Intro

Life? ups and downs.
Ups do not help.
Downs, do.

To be down or not to be, that is the question.
Suffering, part of life.
Ups & downs ?
Why.

The story

Humans need to survive in a finite world, with finite resources.
Therefore, they have ups and downs.
There enters truth.

The truth says, “win-win situation my friend, I bring [any resource] into your country, we pay taxes, and everyone is happy my friend.”
Truth, a lie about a world…with infinite apples.
Take the apple. Buy the apples.

In fact, there is as much truths as human beings.
Believing anything as a truth.
Humans…

That is how humans survive.
Creating bewitchment.
And need.

As any lawyer, I began my demonstration with a problem.
I will not find a solution.
But a question.

FUNDUS

And when everyone is looking at the concrete, as if the form is not worth it.
Alone, I suddenly feel confident, earning an up.
A needless up, but an up.

We look everyone as successful or losers, through the apple worldview.
Have they earned a lot of apples?
That is fundus, my friend.

BELLUM

What I personally do is to believe in beauty. Bellum.
Bellum do not care about panza, Sancho.
Bellum is beauty.

My whole life has been a consequence of encounters.
That, my friend, is Bellum.
Being happy.

Bellum is always about humans, never about machines.
That is why despair is part of it.
Unhappiness? Bellum.

Beauty is universal, it is the most interesting truth.
Meeting others is beauty.
Beauty is the remedy.
It has violence.
Its violence is less violent than the big lie.
Beauty requires a form of violence called “exigence”.

FORMA

Forma is the concrete creation of beauty on its superficial layer.
Forma is logic. Measuring. Technicalities.
The material world at change.

I am just standing on the shoulders of Einstein by writing this.
Humans will never be confused with Prometheus fire
Nor with the latest physics findings.

Bellum. Forma. Fundus.

While I am writing this, a man is suffering before my eyes, no one is going to help.
A woman is touching my knee with her lover.
A mess, life is.