Life Initiated

To be a life initiated, one must know that we are practically dead. To cross that aspect of normality and health that perhaps covers us, to cross the wasteland of human lightness and to reach the full consciousness of knowing ourselves on the pure edge that separates the existence of the pulsating emptiness that constitutes the universe.

In that slack rope you feel fear if you lower your eyes to the second law of thermodynamics but if you manage to keep it elevated you are able to take a step because the horizon pulls your body like a magnet of irresistible submarine force. Then you advance another foot, then the other one, and in this way you move on to live in a state of unstable balance and maximum attention. In fact, there is no net, they never managed to put it in, and that which they say that the abyss of death is infinite. Now it looks like they're trying to fix it in the labs, but what they want me to tell them won't be the same anymore.
I was initiated one clear morning when a young doctor looking me in the eyes told me, in that arcane language that they like to speak since ancient times, that in my body was growing one of those words that rhyme with tumor and also with malignant, a couple of words that if we were let them free would fulminate me in a  literal and irreversible way. It was there that I felt the true emptiness of death, it was there that I felt the trembling tension of life's tightrope. And so I slowly left the world of those...