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THE DILEMMA

                                        Dani Tringale Image - "Light & Darkness" His life had not been wasted, in the dept of desperation he had to dig deeper, to find the gold, his true self: was it the essence of his soul? What it an invisible, all permeating substance expressing uniquely though his own uniqueness? What was it, if not love? What was it, if not the creative assertion of a benevolent God? What was it, if not the freedom of the spirit, the expression of a joyous invincible child governed with self love and attention to move to his full potential, to find his unique way, himself, his beauty, the universal reason he was placed here, like all of us, to serve and express gratitude to God through realising his own unique creative essence; a joyous child, contained by wisdom and humbleness, and moving, into the realisation of his own perfection, exactly as he was when given birth? What was it, this painful search into the dept of darkness and terror, if not a li

THAT EVENING NOTHING MADE SENSE

  Dani Tringale Image  - "At Dusk" That evening nothing made sense, the wars, the stabbings, Jeff Bezos money, the existence of God, his ex who never loved him and the reason he stayed, winning a game at tennis, or loosing it, the love or the disgust he felt for himself, or the reason for waking up tomorrow, or not, the debate between natural and positive law, the meaning of acceptance, or of honesty, and of the shame he felt for asking for help and for being himself, or of the function of the mind or of writing a blog for some others he never met and probably never will: were they sharing the same feelings tonight, were they happy in their prison of fear, were they too wondering what is all about, where is the connection and how it was lost, was it real, or a delusion, what is real and/or what is an illusion, and did they really care? That evening nothing made sense, not even turning on the light in his studio, the white light of his computer screen was enough to feel alive,