Abject

A long time ago, in a philosophy class, a teacher told me about a word that was the perfect metaphor for the human condition: Abjetc. It's primitive root can be found in an ancestral habit: when a new born child was unwanted, it was abandoned in the wild. The romas belived that by doing this, they left the child to the mercy of the gods, so they could save him if they wanted.

As humans, we are no diferent to those kids: we find our selves in a frightening forest, naked, fill with questions, and no answers to be found.

Abject is the word that reflect our fears and uncertainty, our desire, our hunger for answers.

The main purpose of this blog will be an abject one. It will be far from be the pleasure of the reader.

This will be a journey (my journey) of reflection, of doubt. This will by the space where I'll defy the darkness of night. This is where I'll make my stand against this wild forest where I have been abject