Not long ago; at a little Italian caffè, I met Fillipo. He quickly introduced us to his profound writings, and we could not help but to share them within this very space...
VASTNESS
~by Fillipo E.
What are we searching for, if not for vastness?
For the unending promise of infinity.
To remove ourselves from the confines of freedom and to become it.
We are the stars.
A multitude of possibility. The infinitude of imagination.
To be directed is to be limited.
A poem previously written. A concerto already performed.
Afraid of what? Of whom? Fear is not a limitation, but a road mark.
We are afraid of the void.
Of the empty canvas crying for imagery.
Of the blank page longing for language.
Of the silent instrument desiring manipulation.
Oh, how we sell ourselves short of infinity.
How we fall victim to confinement, you and I.
Feet before the cliff.
Before the vastness.