Every human is a key
to myself
and to the world.
The first key came out of nowhere,
out of play.
I’ve had no idea what it was for,
so I tried it everywhere.
I stuck it like crazy through me
and it didn’t seem to open anything.
Just left traces where I forced the entrance
like an inexperienced thief.
Eh, but what if I don’t find the right door?
I’ll stick it here, I thought to myself.
I screwed it by force into a place where she had half-entered.
Straight into the heart.
It hurts, you animal, get it out of here! the heart shouted.
I didn’t really hear her back then.
And anyway, even when I heard her,
I kind of ignored her – this is what ignorant really means: not to not know, but to ignore your heart.
Plus I knew she was big and flexible,
she won’t crack from that.
Come on, don’t worry, you’ll get used to it, I told her hunched-over by pain.
The bottom line is that the heart conformed and she tried to shape herself around the now incarnate key.
Maybe she can do something with it.
But I had no idea how resilient and intelligent my heart was.
After surrounding the key and testing it in all possible ways,
saw that it was still not good
and strangled it along with a part of herself.
Basically, the heart was growing and giving the key some of her tissue,
then abruptly cut off its power,
until that piece of tissue dried and peeled off on its own,
and the key flew aimlessly through the body.
It usually reached a few organs below
and stayed there.
I’ve done this many times with my heart
and a few totally different keys.
It was already a clear system:
my heart let me fool around
with my inappropriate keys,
and she removed them after a while according to the procedure.
It’s just that the latter seemed to fit a little better.
So I screwed it deeper from the beginning.
When it turned out it’s not the right one, though,
the heart expelled it before she cut off all its power.
Nothing serious happened, she was just about to crack and me alongside her.
No one cracked, though, right? Let’s not dramatize!
But I learned my lesson: stop forcibly screwing inappropriate keys into the heart!
The keys to learning – that’s how the multitude of people-keys, now hanging below, have remained in history.
Drilled here and there, my heart was still waiting for the right key.
But because she wasn’t so friendly anymore,
it had even begun to shrink in a corner,
damn introvert and rebel,
I began to take an interest in other organs.
And when a fascinating key came up,
I stuck it into my brain without thinking.
Still forced, but mmmm … what a pleasure!
The brain had a different strategy than the heart:
it expanded and made room for the keys.
He would receive it and walked it from synapse to synapse,
testing it in every possible way.
Instead of molding himself on it,
He shrank it, then dilated it, deformed it,
trained it with imagination
until he found a suitable place,
even a small one.
It’s just that it wasn’t a peaceful process at all,
but downright disturbing,
upsetting,
consuming.
It took him a ton of energy for each new key,
which he struggled to configure in billions and billions of ways.
But the result, wow, the result was magnificent!
Everything around lit up.
The problem was with a special and stubborn key.
No matter how hard the brain tormented himself
to find a place for this key,
he failed.
He started to spin in a circle,
empty,
to get stuck,
to fail even at simple tasks.
We were all exhausted from this consumption:
me and the brain and the heart and all the other organs.
No one was getting any more energy.
Panic at all levels!
The only solution was to put the brain in Sleep mode
And then when he wasn’t paying attention, I would restart him.
But I couldn’t. With each movement, he would wake up and start over.
That’s when a small key appeared.
A bit ugly, not at all charming.
I didn’t even know if I should pay attention to it.
But something undefined was pushing me,
so I said to myself: I will do it no matter what!
And I threw it straight into the middle of my brain.
Surprisingly, this small, pricked key
found its place instantly,
although it was hidden.
It was the key to the door
which opened a hitherto invisible bridge.
A bridge between mind and heart,
with solar plexus and new lights.
And that’s how a whole new world was revealed,
like Columb’s America,
that had always been there.
For this new world, the brain has begun
to build new and new connections.
And in one of them, he found also the place for the troublesome key that had terrorized us all.
Suddenly, more and more keys began to appear,
of all shapes and sizes.
But from now on there was no more panic.
For everyone who couldn’t find their place in the first place,
the mind expanded, went and returned in a beautiful dance, and created new and new connections.
Resuscitating neurons bored with so much waiting,
who got to work and blossomed.
These two, the brain and the heart, even started collaborating without me,
since the brain had promised the heart
that he would collect material from what he keeps good from the keys,
to especially polish a new one, perfect for the heart.
So my heart was dancing and wasn’t waiting anymore for a suitable key from outside.
She knew it was only a matter of time before the brain would imagine and build
the right key for her.
I’m watching like stupid…
just noticing fascinated
what is happening inside me.
Stupid, but grateful.
