They embrace you, they kiss you, they tell you many beautiful words and then … they don’t resist not showing their perverse nature; they don’t resist bearing the light and return to hide in the dark meanderings of their world. They believe that they are not recognized and play, skillfully, with smart features; with forced smiles; with camouflaged caring. They don’t know that I read their thoughts and probe their souls! They don’t know! The sparrow wants to stop the eagle! The ant who wants to impede the elephant to run! The illusion of the demons to be able to get a benefit through the falsehood; to enclose with the slippery adulation, the strength of the righteous! Poor misleaders! “Father, forgive them, for they don’t know what they do”.
June 10 th, 1984