It Shouldn't Be. Part 1

The life of the human being as a species manifests in the world by expressing a set of forms, unique among all other sparks of life, which therefore define the idea of what a human being is from the point of view and the perceptual interpretation that the human being establishes for itself.

Each individual who identifies as a member of this species uses the quality of life located at that point of perception to contribute what they are as an individual, and so to compose, in symbiosis, the existence of a collective soul that is the breathing of a being defined as the human species: a new macro-individuality, vibrant and autonomous.

Of course, just as none of our cells is forced by us to play a specific role in our anatomy, the functions a human individual performs are free inspirations of their own nature. The intelligence of the Universe, inherent in its omnipresence, is what guarantees that this set of perceptions coexists, organized, without effort or conflict, and that the individual free will of each component is in perfect order with the forms belonging to its collective.

This perfection of Creation, located in the life of the human being, includes countless forms that, from the point of view where they find themselves, are not considered perfect. The specific nature of the human being has traits that despise themselves as if they were flaws the Universe let slip while building its architecture. The immersion of Consciousness in these opaque places makes it experience a unique sensation: it offers us the belief that we are something apart from the perfect art the Cosmos is drawing at this instant, and above all, that we are something other than this Consciousness that created the entire Cosmos.

A sensation that is described unmistakably, for every one of us humans alike, in one word: "suffering".

For an individual who identifies as a human being, the free inspiration of their own nature, the flame of their vital essence that gives them breath, is to suffer. And they can do nothing to avoid it, because every human action is steeped in the opacity of its natural color, which will go on giving off suffering in every one of its movements. Our very longing not to suffer is a gesture made by the burning of our suffering.

And the human species, made up of individuals who, by suffering their suffering, forgot that they are only humble components of a human species, called itself sick.

And the human species, suffering itself, devoted its energies to wishing not to suffer. A sensation that is described unmistakably in one phrase: "it shouldn't be this way".

Identified with this idea, human individuals sowed in the blood that steeps the cells of their anatomy, out of the burning of their suffering, a set of contractures, or bodily, emotional and social tensions, trying with all their might to change the forms of their own nature. That is how the human being became its own enemy...