An ugly world, like an evil wolf with a gaping muzzle, stands over your head. Only an aspiration separates you from it, also pulled down by a black tentacle of opposition. That world above is not for you, it will eat you with flakes. Your right hand is still trying to cling to the past, but the left still holds a hope and an obstacle separates you from the ideal, small but brave unicorn you dream of. To get to it, you have to go down. Humility and modesty. The future then forks. New shores are emerging. So the real way is on foot, not up... Viorel Pîrligras "Only for fools" was written at the entrance to the Magic Theater in the Steppe Wolf. I see something similar on the frontispiece of the Admiral. Entry is at your own risk. A book of feelings and experiences so personal that, paradoxically (only for a paradoxical binary logic) they acquire a general character. If you dare, read. But read, brother, read. Not just with the eyes. Or not just with the soul. Or with the mind. Read with your whole being, with your liver, with your sternum, with your lungs. With the kidneys. And with all your petals. ....... Cosmin Love
