These words can heal my mind (from one crazy to another crazy) From the entrances of silence emerge confidential convictions about the existence of God, of the purpose of life on earth, and of the eternal integration of this and of everything that exists in the timeless heart of Supreme Reality. We are children of a structural silence that accidentally keeps us immersed in the depths of the non-essential, while we dream that we are awake believing that the only possible reality is that we see with our eyes and touch with our hands. From this traditionally primitive drama emerges the existential disappointment that everyone experiences and no one knows how to decipher. The entire humanity is an indefensible bunch of allocated beings – practically dead believing to be alive – who seek themselves fighting against each other