from a fistful of sheep, the best of the shepherds will not be able to make anything better than a good flock

Curiosity is the unstoppable need of discovering: withdrawing what overlies, revealing, looking inside, further. To find and demand explanations for borders of the universe, matter's bowels, what it is hidden in society, the intimate of feelings, the deep of the very existence. Since curiosity is lit, it does not stop in its will of surrounding everything just like a virus without any other reason of being that propagate itself unlimited. Because of that, its path is majesty while it drives to the nausea. When knowledge is demanded, universe becomes small so oneself investigation it is required as well. And secrets are revealed, and secrets leave being it.

But there is no curiosity. Only thing is wanted to know is where is I do not know what money. Until money lacked, there were no questions. Nobody cared poverty until it approached its way. And suddenly the perplexity of living a cheating, a trap, is propagated, of that someone arranged an ambush without advertising in advance, moreover, they have no intention of setting free. The surprise of realizing banks keep no money, police is not there for defending you, that army's function is keeping government, that a constitution makes no mention on currency, debt is payed taking a bigger debt, food is destroyed in order to sell rest more expensive... being all that explicitly supported by our sublime constitutions and laws, it is only justified by have not taking account of that never before. There will be slaves, there will be misery, there will be broken lives, there will be egoism. There will be arrived long time ago, and maybe someone has not seen it yet. Nobody wants to see that a person hurts another because pain overflows its heart; nobody wants to see that, while the rich wished what the poor have and the poor what the rich own, there will be war; nobody wants to acknowledge its own decisions makes a difference, for responsibility burns their hands. I am willing to see planes dropping millions in coins over cities and watch the world crawling. I am deserving to watch a world silent as it looks into the void of their lives. I want to hear people stating world is unfair but not because of the rottenness of their homes. I want, I am willing to hear from their very mouths that “do not trust anyone” and answer them only an open soul can be fulfill.

There are big and small heroes, voices in darkness, lights in the middle of the silence. Yes, I have seen them. But from a fistful of sheep, the best of the shepherds will not be able to make anything better than a good flock.

So I wonder with obsession why things in this arrogant hominid species distribute so irregular, stacking trash and wealth in emetic orders of magnitude. I wonder it in such an obsessive way as the manner in which I set aside of my mind the evident answer: just because humankind exercises inevitable and constantly its right to self-determination. So we proclaim from the rooftops the unfairness of our identity, the inability to be a species at the level of its expectancies, the utterly absence of any will to know what happens, nor to face any cross-road. Whilst there were not any need to see or any courage to uncover, there will be more of the same: whilst there were no curiosity, there will be nothing.