Sky-ways

Aspiring to more, to higher, to straight, to pure, to the absolute. Wandering through heights, getting an infusion of light and truth, right in your face. Mixing life with deep artificiality renders humanity in oneself. But getting to acquire the meaning of life is the hardest part. some time ago I used to put equivalence marks between life and love, as I thought one derives from the other, and vice-versa. But recently I have realized that I know hardly anything about any of the two. It is more beautiful without knowing anything, though. At least this is what "Last tango in Paris" tells us. Meanwhile, mixing pure life onto a human mundane network, blended on a divine sky is what gets to me.