Tre malinconie dell’essere

“There is beauty in the discernment of reason, in breaking one’s destiny into many parts, in the bold soul, directed toward bifurcations, in the unfolding of possibilities to approach the goal. To win. To fail. Stasis is but a moment — eternal, interchangeable. Unwearied.
Fly, O my divine spirit,
free yourself into the world and become an oracle.
Stand before me and sustain me.
My being is yours, if you are.
Divine.
Divinorum.
Waiting.
Sustenance.
Remember me this way.”

Triptych.

Part of the journey into the human soul: a descent into the hidden and unfathomable unknown, where the mind conceals what it dares not reveal. Shadows. Abyss.