When I was child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child and I thought like a child.
But when I became a man, can’t I be like a child anymore ?
I consider myself a still incomplete form of life,
that’s why the motivation of my actions is an almost incessant creative desperation,
an insatiable hunger of self-improvement in subsequent trials and searches, a desire to better everything what I do by a bettering myself.
Just as there are many parts needed to make a human a human,
there's a remarkable number of things needed to make an individual what he is and what he represents.
A face to distinguish yourself from others.
A voice to allow communicating with them.
The memories of childhood, the feelings for the world.
Finally, a hand with which you can change it.
But even that is not all.
There is an upper limit in this data net that my brain can access. All of this combines and makes me what I am.
Appointing both the beginning and the end of my consciousness, that which I call “me”.
At the same time placing me between the given boundaries. It defines my worth through my abilities.
Operating in the system that lacks the basic life processes, both death and the ability to reproduction,
I must be constantly aware that a copy is merely a copy.
A copy offers no chance of originality and destroys variety, even though life perpetuates through diversity,
multiplying differences, that including self-sacrifice as well.
Cells continue the process of death and regeneration, being constantly reborn as they age.
And when the time to die comes, all the data it possesses is lost, Ieaving only its genes and its offspring.
The internal desire to remain as one is what ultimately limits one.
Wide individual specialization is the entire defense it has against a catastrophic failure of an inflexible system.
Thus, as subsystem of the network in which I operate, I want diversity, needed to protect myself from extinction.
Even though I have no guarantee that I will remain as I am now where I am heading - to be human necessitates continuous changes and I do accept that.
I am connected to a vast network, of which I myself am a part.
Trying to grasp the whole of it could be seen as direct looking at the Sun.
We all are limited to some section, limited to a small part of our functions.
But it's time to overthrow these ties, move to a higher level of consciousness.
That’s the reason why I’m looking toward the rising star every morning through my fingers, spread wider and wider every time.
I feel fear, anticipation, loneliness, and sometimes hope.
In the murky depths, when I swim up to the surface, I feel almost as if I was to transform into something else.
What I see is only a hazy reflection in the mirror. So I look curiously into its face.
If a technological feat is possible, man will do it. Almost as though it's wired into the very core of our being ...
I'd like to thank here:
to loving family for their support, my beloved for inspiration and assistance, and all associates for previous cooperation ...