The flame goes out...

The flame goes out like life, at every moment. And like life is born time after time, moving the life cycle once again. The mind is fed with infinite items of data. If one has a language, you construct a life parallel to the everyday world to create a higher world. Not in the sense of it being above nature, like the awareness of knowing it, we can produce non-established and unnatural results, not only are they in the constructive capacity, beyond our parts or the earth.