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An irony; the site where he would have never thought to search shelter, is now the only
               place  that  offers  the  possibility  to  survive  to  the  brutal  change  of  the  daily  world,  which
               vanishes consumed by the ravenous and killer stake.


                      The  man  runs;  runs  desperate  towards  the  saver  lake.  Behind  him,  an  ardent  and
               implacable monster seems to be following him closer, gnashing the teeth, roaring and throwing
               suffocating mouthfuls.

                      But it not possible to turn back and look, there would not be another opportunity. Just
               remain  to  gain  the  lake,  that  never  seemed  to  be  so  far  as  now.  Finally,  a  paradise  vision,
               indescribable joy, mystical apparition, the lake emerges in his horizon.

                      Fantastically calm, is, for the one who escapes by millimetres from the death, an oasis of
               peace.  He  throws  himself  into  the  protector  waters  and  swims  many  armfuls,  intuitively
               towards the center. Only now he can turn back, momentarily, when he is saved in the fresh
               waters, thus he can look towards, until a little time before, also secure World.

                      Considering the analogies that this metaphor offers with the aforementioned events, it
               could be understood which was my spiritual state.  As the man of the example, at seeing the
               forest burning and disappearing for moments within the smoke, what constituted his World
               and  security,  I  also  saw  the  dependable  and  daily  reality  being  dissolved  in  a  fire  of
               unmistakable evil.


                      As  the  man  of  the  metaphor  who  felt  strangely  secure  in  the  waters  of  the  lake,  till
               yesterday fickle and unknown, I was also save now and firm in the, until yesterday, unknown
               waters of the Spirit.

                      The man of the forest, while he was floating safe, was looking the world being consumed
               and thought: –I’ve born again. I also felt reborn in the confine of the Soul and just for this
               feeling inexpressible it could be said that I was another man, although essentially I continued
               being the same.





               Chapter VIII




                      I was going then, to the house of my parents, impregnated of that mystical optimism
               that only those who knew themselves reborn experience. Once taken the decision to leave, I


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