Author: emilio

Statement: Non est ad astra mollis e terris via

Literal translation: There is no easy path from Earth to the stars

… wrap me in your cloak of invisibility, shielding me from all negative energies and evil influences. May I be invisible to the eyes of evil, and may your light surround me, bringing safety, peace and protection. So it is, so it has been, and so it shall be …

Sources of reality: Never as in these times have the sources of reality been necessary. Reality is understood as an etherogeneous set of experiences and sensations, which have a name and can be enumerated, and which …

The sources of reality provide us with pure information with which to contrast the scarce honesty of rational thought, opening a path through the darkness of self-deception.

According to recent studies, the human brain operates at a maximum speed of approximately 10 bits per second. When compared with an iPhone 10, which can process up to 956 million bits per second, it is clear that our conscious processing speed is relatively low. Before the advent of computers, these 10 bits per second were enough to perform incredible feats and cause great disasters on this blue, brown and green planet. However, the reality of the human body is far more complex. Nerve cells collect, process and send billions of bits per second to the brain, which rationally processes only a small fraction of this – approximately 10 bits per second. When these 10 bits interact with a modern data centre, home to artificial intelligence capable of processing, for example, 100 terabits per second (100 trillion bits per second), we may feel at a disadvantage. However, this perception is misleading. Whilst we admire a flower, gaze at the moon, or sink our hands into the warm sand and let the sea wet our feet, the number of bits per second that the human body processes increases exponentially. This complex sensory and neurological interaction can make any supercomputer seem obsolete and outdated. Nevertheless, when rational thought takes over, we return to our beloved 10 conscious bits. Each of us uses our bits in the great universal computer in the best possible way; this is due to a principle of efficiency intrinsic to matter. Furthermore, given that each individual processes 10 bits per second, if we add up all the human beings on planet Earth, we arrive at at least 82 billion bits processed per second. To this, we can add the 8,200 million hearts beating within the bosom of humanity, contributing to the creation of something intelligent and empathetic, out of respect for our shared home.

In the stillness of New Year’s Eve, whilst the outside world was buzzing with anticipation and revelry, there was someone who chose silence. Amidst the cacophony of the celebrations, they withdrew to a quiet corner of a nearby wood, letting the noise fade into a distant murmur. As midnight drew near, they listened with an intensity that bordered on the sacred. The old year, weighed down by the burden of time, was breathing its last. In that profound silence, he heard it: a faint, plaintive cry, the final echo of a year fading into the annals of history. It was a sound that few could hear, drowned out by the laughter, the applause and the explosion of fireworks. But in his solitude it was clear, almost tangible. The cry of the dying year carried with it the weight of its joys and sorrows, its victories and defeats, its births and farewells.

In a time long forgotten, when the stars themselves seemed to whisper secrets to the Earth, there was a fourth Magi, unnoted in the annals of time. His name was Harmonius, and his gift was the rarest of all – the essence of Harmony. Harmonius arrived quietly at the cave, cradling a sphere of pure light. He did not leave after presenting his gift. Instead, he chose to stay with the young pupil guiding him through his early years. He discovered the secrets of the heart, teaching the value of instinct and intuition, the greatest senses of the human body. Together, they wandered through the humans deserts, refining their empathy. It was as if they followed a celestial comet, each step illuminating the path towards unconditional love, a love that shimmered like a mirage of an elusive oasis. One day, after a long journey, they reached this oasis. It was a place of unimaginable abundance, where the inhabitants lived in a state of perpetual giving. Money had been replaced by gifts, and every individual was bound by the joy of continuously sharing all possessions not in immediate use or enjoyment. After centuries of this tradition, as one resident explained, they had completely eradicated class differences and hunger. In this harmonious society, people felt they had more than they could ever desire. As a result, they thought less about material possessions and more about crafting songs, stories, and poems – practical expressions of love continuously received and bestowed.

#magicmounts; Elettra Magnetica, a very reliable little donkey (350W) that accompanied us for almost three years during our transition to solar power. She had a docile nature and was very economical with her energy. The feeling, especially when fully loaded, was as though I were riding an electric unicycle and the front wheel was merely for show. I paid 0.1 Ethereum for her, back when that was worth thirty-two euros. Her value is incalculable.

Each stage, a bud, a flower, and love, the sole nourishment. Deep roots, wings taking flight; time shapes us, as cycles unfold. Maturing is a journey, a gentle rhythm, where love is sustenance, eternal and steadfast.

Children of the water, emotions and salt, sea and life, endless dreams. Voices of the wind, fleeting destiny, eternal fatherhood, abyssal love. Embracing waves, cycles of life, life with the tides, the bond of the seas. Foam and sky, an ancestral dance, the sea and fatherhood, an immortal journey.

We fly in a flock, hearts light, each wing a whisper, each sky a hand. A shared endeavour, boundless beauty; together we soar, the tireless flight