Personal eclipse

Death sentence

Once upon a time there were two guys. One was wealthy and money got him a career, women and a comfortable life. The other guy just tried to make things well, he hasn’t money, sometimes he just could eat some carrots and water for weeks, but life is sometimes just like that so he just continued with his life.

Then one day the wealthy one discovered to the other guy, probably he couldn’t tolerate that despite his money he could be surpassed. Actually the other guy didn’t care about be superior to somebody, those ratings are meaningless anyway; but the wealthy one decided that, again, his money meant he could do anything he wanted, so he sentenced to the other guy to death.

To this point perhaps you have guessed that I’m the other guy. Time ago, before opening this blog I received threats to my life, I cannot go to the police because the wealth of my… antagonist (?) comes from illegal sources and can buy him the police loyalty. Besides in my country if you try to follow the rules you get stuck like the main characters of Kafka… So instead I had to ask favors to delete my presence in internet (my name here is actually the second one) erase social networks that anyway I wasn’t using and prepare a plan to attack him in case he could get close to me. I investigate enough to know that his knowledge about me was quite incomplete, but the threat was real… If some day I’m under real danger I prepared things to prove him that every action has an equal reaction, and that his money is not to serve him if some other people he attacked would discover his actions.

I was thinking in that because I couldn’t explain to my lady why I seem an idiot and why I’m not more open to my own friends. Even with my closer friends in WordPress I’ve never get a closer relationship, it’s in part a way to protect myself. I opened a facebook account but just for her, and that account is a weak point because it has real data about me, but I didn’t want to lie to her, and besides I prefer to live a complete life under my rules than a half life under the rules of another. And darned the day I’ll die in the hands of somebody that acts like a spoiled child and even worse has a bad orthography in his own language. I mean, from friends I ask just time to built confidence, but from enemies I ask intelligence, otherwise I cannot consider that person an enemy but a nuisance.

I wish someday I could explain myself to her. But the future is unknown… (fortunately)

Intiwatana

 

Intiwatana or Intihuatana (pronounced inti-what-Anna) is an object from old times with a mysterious function. Traditionally it’s thought as a solar watch and currently is thought as a place to try to tie the Sun to the Earth and get light and fertility.

Usually they are stones with abstract forms.

What is the truth? I don’t know, the knowledge to read them probably disappeared long ago. I suspect that the lines are aligned to configure directions in festive and agricultural calendars but the main meaning is to give a beautiful object to the earth and the Sun as a way to say “thanks” similar to the “pata” (andenes in aymara) If something I know is that the old constructions gave answers to several questions as scientific, spiritual, historic, social and, this is very important, in harmony with sacred local places.

By just in case I made this conceptual Intihuatana to tie the Sun to the Earth and a beautiful gift to you ;-)