Once upon a time people believed, the Earth was flat with its own borders. It was dangerous to go close to the borders. But today people know the Earth is round. It is the round what rotate around the Sun together with the other planets.
How can live a man, who knows he was born and he is going to die, when he also knows he is limited by the possibilities of his own body?
What is the relationship of such a man to the never ending world?
People don’t know what they are doing. They have started to close themselves against this huge world in their primary fear of the little human being to make it more bearable. I know I am such a man. I learn about myself when I look at the mirror everyday and the same way I learn about the others.
We are delighted when meeting old fellows after a long time, hearing: „I recognized you immediately, you didn’t change at all!” Hooray, that’s great, I am not changing! What joy, what luck!
Have you ever thought about, why are we so pleased with it? We like stability, constancy. It is guarantee of the safety. And let it be forever and ever.
Let the world remains unchanged, let it be divided. Everything around will we safe and stable.
The While, wait! How beautiful you are!
And in the big part of the world we are living in, the quiet and conclusive revolution has begun.
The world of things stepped back to the world of processes.
The static, unknown, guaranteed and lifeless world has transformed into the World, which changes quickly and continually. It is not clear how it will change in advance.
And it does not matter, whether me as a person agrees with it or not.
And here a question arises. Will I adapt to the changing world or will I create my own life in this world? Will I live my life or will I just go through the life?
The path of adapting is well known. The man is a qualified specialist in creating his own individual world, where the borders are defined by interests, friends, territory and are crossed very rarely.
Even the window to the world, which is called the television nowadays, is not accepted as the window, but as the canvas with painted fire of Pinocchio’s father Geppetto. But that is not the real fire.
A question arises: Is it possible to do something with it? How to step to the world of processes from the world of things?
