The Death's Field is the mirror which allows us the knowledge of the world we living in.

Why are we a shadow and not a great tree? Why when we think we are spring, reality shows us we are a late autumn? Because of the fact that God is the Unique Accidental one, is the Primary Event, and everything that follows him is an Intended Occurrence, so an image of the Unique Accidental Occurrence. This image is destiny. If we were not but a mere image, this would mean that God is not the Unique Accidental one, but Intended, which cannot be because this would mean that God too is created by another Primary Event before him, thing that cannot be true. But still, do we know what truth is? We wouldn?t be God?s image only if there was not God.

Man's life is knowledge and that's all. If the Man didn't knew life he didn't exist.

How would this world be if there was not God? The answer is simple: it would become itself God.

Could we talk about a world without opposites? We certainly can?t, just as well as we couldn?t talk about a world without paradoxes, precisely because we are all of this. If we were not a paradox, than our world either wouldn?t be paradoxical.

Living a life that in fact lives them, as well as death dies them every moment since the triumphal birth in order to die.

Where do we people go if not towards the perfection of our own illusion?

We cannot imagine Life without Death, because the entire Life rests on Death, otherwise it wouldn?t exist.

 What can the love in my soul be compared to another wonderful soul which is so far and yet so close of my self?
What can this symbiosis between two souls can be?
What can love be when you feel you cannot sleep at night, that every drop of dew becomes a crystal in your heart, when every breeze of wind has magical meanings?
What can love be when you feel that you want nothing more in this world that to be with the soul you love?
But what can love be in other transcendental realities? What about our souls?
Are our souls a waterfall, a true Niagara or a smile, a flirt of an angel? Are our souls a mere mood of a fairy or a lightening in a summer rain?
Our souls could be all of this and much more. But what really happens in that transcendental reality when we feel we are truly in love, that we love so much that it hurts? That the air in the room is unbreathable, that the sentimental, spiritual or physical distances kill us? What happens when dawn find us sadder than ever, looking for an excuse or an argument for the person we love so much, our Great Love? What are all thses? What are the looks lost in the desert horizons of unfulfilment or those in the eyes that deeply loose each other in the others inside the souls?

Despite that, if these dreams are shadows of God reflected into knowledge, why God?s shadows are dreams? Only because you can wake up from a dream and all these shadows always wake up in an infinite echo which depicts God? If even God?s shadows can wake up, does it mean that God is above awakening? Through Death, absolutely anything receives a connotation opposed to Life, but nevertheless, Life would never be Alive without Its Death which bestows on it its full shine, as Death wouldn?t be what it is.