There are circumstances in which all desires are extinguished, all the fantasies, dreams, ambitions, passions, dreams and so on and so forth, just fall over themselves dull, dull, dull as that, absent. It is only the desire for preservation of their reality. The one, the only thing you want, and that even remembers we ever wanted, is that you keep everything as is. With its inconsistencies, its disappointments, its dissatisfaction with the problems and difficulties and the anger and tears, and the melancholy and pain present even. And this seems to be able to support ever provided that it comes another.
All our energy is concentrated only in retaining our present reality, as it is, exactly as it is. It does not matter how difficult or hard or scary or lamenting it be. What you want is just hang in there, it remains that we face to remain as is. We feel we are able to tolerate if not forever comes another, more frightening reality. Incredible what can withdraw our desires, like a cloth wrung out in water too hot, too, shrink, shrink and shrink, tighten the essentials: everything stops, and so here. And all our energies are only conservative, because the store is something that first of all our genes have learned and bring him in writing. Any horizon loses its charm, least attractive, flavor, color and odor. The brightest of days to come appreciate it. Store is the only cry that emanates from our being. Keep this, protect, defend, shield him with his body. And if we look at those constellations that until recently called our desires, we see the cold and distant in the darkness of our borders without fear of our lives and the sky has only one friendly star: today exhausting, exhausted, but difficult known that we gather in the chest.
