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From the bowels of soil

Mud shapes have been given

With the essence of the suns

And the fine hands of time.

Evolution, not only the flesh must advance.

Absolution of naivety sins.

Going through fears, facing monoliths.

Guided by the most human desires

That are beyond the abstract limit of the Horizon,

Hidden in the abstraction.

Witnessing births of gods

And giving them death for their godliness

If fate is not achieved

Be the bridge to the horizon

Break the slave chains

That tying a moral decadence.

Molding a new world

Able to turn by own will

Raising mountains from their interiors

A world with laws of its own gravity.

Each individual is part of a different world

For each individual, every other is a backworld*

Going through fears, facing monoliths.

Guided by the most human desires

That are beyond the abstract limit of the horizon,

Hidden in the abstraction.

* (Hinterwelt, Nietzsche’s word)