We are so accustomed to the days elapsed, one after another, seems to us that life is not anything other than an endless succession of spaces of time which we call minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, etc. Now, does the next minute? The next time? Do the days, weeks, months, years, etc.? In reality, what has not yet been created, does not exist, we take for granted that we will have the next minute, hour, day, and so on, in a natural sequence, which we have taken over, such as if were the creators, masters and Lords of all the future. That illusion, that time belongs to us, which leads us to think that we can do is use and abuse of everything tour in your environment, yesterday already happened, today, I don’t know if I can do it, but tomorrow has morning yes, without a doubt, begin to realize what I couldn’t or didn’t want to do, yesterday, before yesterday, or maybe today. Harlem addresses the importance of the matter here. We we journey through life and what life consumes is time, not having this precious element, as essential as the air that our lungs, oxygenates the existence, as we perceive it, would be, we feel trapped by time, in the same way as objects, subject to a law of gravity that condemns us to not be able to leave the materiality that surrounds us. But: could it be that we are only temporary subjects? Descartes, it points a way when he expresses: I think, therefore I am the great question that we always shocked is the pretend to know where we come from, what we have come, and where we are going, it is not another thing that perceive, in the depths of our being, we are more than just matter that covers us, that this stage of our existence is not anything other than thata stage in the evolution of the immortality of our spirit. . Source: Sandra Akmansoy.

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