Holden,
Thank you for your concern. I am not doing well but that´s normal. But here I am because the will to die is weak.
I will write in the board as long as I can. If you do not hear from me that means that for whateve reason I am gone.
Last week I read ABC Color in its digital form that the Paraguayan police might have helped in the famous case of the British girl, Madeleine McCann, who disappeared in Portugal in 2007. That is what Comisario (chief of police) Nimio Cardozo said to the press. Here he said that important data of an international
**** network was seized.
Hours later the same newspaper reported that an employee, Felix Quiñonez Paiva, working for a company was killed by motochorros (biker thieves) in an armed robbery. He left two children orphaned and his father is in a wheelchair. This is nothing unusual.
Reading or watching the news about car accidents, floods, civil wars, murders, rrapes on TV is enough horror. We even experience horror when we cross the streets because we try to avoid being hit by a car or a bus.
We read the history books like the one you recommended me (The Bad Popes by E.R. Chamberlin) and you only see endless battles, butcheries aka crusades, plagues, fabricated famines, assassination attempts, fabricated economic crises, revolutions,kidnappings, plandemics like the one we are suffering at this precise moment.
This reminds me of what I read somewhere:
The selfish intent to preserve peace initiates wars and hatred is born to protect love.
Certainly as you say there is nothing to be had in this world. We have been thrown into a demonic world.
Stay alert.
P.S. In reddit I found this poem by Carlo Michelstaedter you and the readers of the blog may like:
I am alone, distant, different
another sun, another wind
my life is a prouder flight through other skies…
But it is here, now, that I wait,
my life, why does it not live,
why does nothing happen?
What is this light, this heat,
this confused buzzing, this earth,
this sky which hangs so heavily above us?
The appearance of things
is strange to me;
An enemy to me, this nature,
Enough! I want to go, escape
this nightmare plot which is life!
My life! My sun!