Every human visible to himself
struggles to keep himself above the waves of the invisible oceans.
Someone with a cigarette, someone with alcohol, someone with his fellow man
but all of them fools thinking they will win.
However, this is just a fight with invisibility
in which visibility always wins
and leaves behind the footsteps of the walking.
“Eli, Eli, lima sabachthani?”
Was the last footstep calling its Father.
But the living fluid knows neither the Father nor the Son;
only in acceptance of their own non-existence
everyone can invite it into their life.
The Spirit of Truth 