Prologue
Somewhere in space, countless astronomical distances away, an audience looks down at a live artwork called Earth. These mystical, unseen stares are fixed on a dancing existence. Millions!Millions of sparkles shimmer on the surface for every soul that finds home within a newborn, and millions of dims mark every soul destined to depart to a foreign dimension.
Between these glimmers, flows of colors swirl in a marbling dance: Migrants and Traders. Of the past and present.
The Silk Road in sandy yellow…
The first colonizers of the Aztecs from the coasts of Europe over the Atlantic in red…
In the blues of the Pacific, indigo routes drawn by the tail of whales…
and the black tar of the hunter ships creeping along them.
This Earth, and everything within, exists through movement. Not a single leaf, a single monument, nor a single mammal is secured for infinity. The laws of this cosmos are devoted to change. Water that stands still shall stink; a man who fears difference shall become a radical; a gazelle that does not run shall become a prey.
In this era of humankind’s cognitive and physical dominance, nature and those living in humility face a destructive power—an authorial force that not only eliminates directly but also toxicates the mind and soul of mankind through lies and xenophobia.
So, dear reader, we have reached a time where the stories of souls are unread beneath stacks of bureaucracy that fail to recognize them as human—a time when the purest elements of this planet are sold for profit, when God is hidden somewhere unreachable behind tall grey buildings, and when the signals of love are scattered by thousand radiations.
This small portal you have encountered in the deep wide-web will flourish in solidarity with all people facing injustice, and it is dedicated to nature, which diminishes day by day.
These are my vessel of thoughts that float in the vicious waves of life. During my existence, I write to witness, to remember, and to share for change.
Vessel of Thoughts 