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Sparkles of Life
April 11, 2014|Blog

Sparkles of Life

Sparkles of Life

If you take the time of carefully look at Earth’s surface you won’t find a distinction to the Sun’s. We might be made of different incandescent materials yet both filled with energy that strongly flows to the atmosphere. Energy that’s sealed within a bubble that won’t allow us to escape without out a fight toward the darkness. Slaves in our jail, fighting to escape, once we manage to leave Earth’s gravity pull us back. Free falling to the emptiness that is returning to the deeps of the center of the planet.

Our temperature proof of our incandescent essence that melts our souls within. Bewitched by the beauty of the carbon flames that run willing to return to the Sun, we are victims of our blindness. Blindness that won’t allow us to see beyond time. Knowing that we are not more than sparkles of light in the eyes of Gods. Sparkles of fire that burns green and blue as they try to explode out.

Confined to our abysses, from the perspective of the sparkle everything seems different. To wonder how the ember of magma think as they try to flee from the stifling heat that is the Sun. As them, we’re imprisoned without knowing, while surrounded by sparkles that fight to abscond. Not knowing the purpose of our existence that is milliseconds of God’s time as we lose the conscience and reason to exist. From the Sun our years are just days while we are lost in the darkness of existence.

We exist persuaded, we see ourselves as the the mayor expression of existence and yet we are no more than a sparkle with legs of kids on one side and those of an elder man on the other. Sparkles of light, atoms in constant movement, jump from one place to the next. Believing in Gods and creations as our arms are controlled by forces we cannot comprehend. Forces that lead us to not comprehend, puzzling our insignificance. We are enjoying unreal sensations that exist between drops of water. Sounds that are no more that atoms crashing with each other. We push the boundaries of creations to get closer to God.

How does the rays of Sun feel, aren’t rests of them what create life on Earth. If the Sun is life, why wouldn’t he be alive?

Let’s continue fighting the forces of noting to reach noting.


Sebastian Iturralde

Just a citizen of this beautiful planet, eternal lover of artistic creation and letters; with the certainty that the creative energy comes from nature.


  • May 5, 2021 at 4:04 am

    We should stop the blame game and move forward.

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