Po desetletjih na Zemlji, ki je sinonim za solzno dolino, se retorično sprašujem, kaj je tako privlačnega na njej, da me Ljubezen ne premami, da bi jo izbrala za pogon mojih dejanj?.Za naivno mladost je razumljivo, da jo žene radovednost po trganju cvetja tega sveta, a kaj naj rečem zdaj, ko nisem več mlada, ne naivna in sem se utrudila v trganju cvetja, ki uvene? Zakaj bi se je hotela oklepati z zdravili, operacijami, umetnimi organi, respiratorji…, da bi pridobila nekaj let v tem telesu? Zakaj je dolgost zemeljskih let opravičilo, ki me prevara v zatajitev večnosti Duše?
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Biološkost je Božanska /Biology is Divine
Diham ali fermentiram / Do I breathe or do I ferment
Kdo mi piše usodo / Who writes my destiny
Golden age or End of civilization
After decades on Earth, which is synonymous with the valley of tears, I rhetorically ask myself, what is so attractive about it that Love does not tempt me to choose it as the driving force of my actions? It is understandable for naive youth to be driven by curiosity to pick the flowers of this world, but what can I say now that I am no longer young, no longer naive, and have grown tired of picking flowers that wither? Why would I want to cling to medicines, surgeries, artificial organs, respirators… to gain a few years in this body? Why is the length of earthly years an excuse that deceives me into denying the eternity of the Soul?
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