Oliver Frances

 A truth that might have been revealed to you is that the world has become a place where money has turned into a principle, and, another one is that society has erected false principles as guides to life. So man sets himself into a race to pursue these goals –which eventually brings him to individualism .  His concern about him leads to isolating himself from his neighbor, it turning him into a lonely soul . Unable to comprehend that wealth is not a real principle and that this shouldn't rule over him –but the other way around; he metamorphoses himself into a heartless flesh that goes through life as a hollowed being without a valuable thought. A person can lose sight of what this considers truly important in life  and of what would grant him true happiness . But, after water has passed under the bridge, man is aware of what is essential in life –the aim for which he has come here. Sadly people often only find it out at the end of life.  In most of the times,   ...

           “Your own mind, which has been corrupted and neurologically damaged by years of education in fake-prop TV-studio games, will also keep you trapped in the game” Timothy Leary , ”Start your own religion”            Our  mind works unconsciously, so an individual is not entirely aware of thoughts and deeds, and his sub-conscious accepts without reasoning all that he has said. If his uttered words come from education in fake-prop TV-studio games , all the concepts absorbed by this are distorted, so that the individual attempts to infiltrate the social stage-set game. A majority of people, to do that, live their own unattainable fantasies and go along deceiving themselves and, therefore, others. These beings live out of the dead posturing of robot actors on the fake-prop TV-studio stage-set, they get into their so-called real life.   As the entity pursued the course ...

A year of the 40th anniversary of The Doors ’ arrival on the rock scene and another one of the birth of Jim Morrison , the rock poet –whose decadent existence led his persona to grave. Suddenly flashing memories came about paying my respects to him at his shrine –into what turned his burial plot. The day before I rushed to cemetery –jumping onto the train to Pére Lachaise station; but this was already closed when I arrived there. Obviously I was late. My friend with whom I went did not understand the reason for which I took him there, and even more when we bumped into a shopkeeper who was Arab -the same nationality as my mate who was asked by him the why we wasted time coming over an addicted’s grave (both of them didn’t know that “the road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom”). So, the following morning I woke up early to head for Pére Lachaise –before going on touring by Paris with my friend. And this time I went on my own. I came into the cemetery through a side-door, a...