LIGHT is the first visible animal of the invisible

 a neutral hiss making the matter of its silence, the cosmic background radiation of the universe: now try to take the ‘’quotation marks’’ out of it when you hear it, so you can ‘’be it’’; these ‘’quotation marks’’ that make it a mere citation of noise, a sedimented and inoperative accumulation of the everyday idea of ​​reality, reducing all vibrations and points of light to an empty photonic speculation --- it doesn’t surprise me that a succubus acquires an almost eternal life using it (THE LIGHT) all the time as if it had no presence or existence among humans, when in fact it is THE ONLY ONE AND ITS PROPERTY, what gives life and brings death, THAT WHICH, IN THE ULTIMATE INSTANCE, IS WHAT REALLY EXISTS --- so refined that it can even be perceived properly: REMEMBER? Lezama Lima poetizing: ‘’LIGHT is the first visible animal of the invisible’’ --- in it, every interior oozes a writing or a verb that is alive (the Logos or incarnate Word) coming slowly from distant worlds until it sweats all the contours of reality with its dizzying nakedness of perspectives, its distant pinealocytes in endless reverberation, until in the real fatigue of nervous people that portion of the LIGHT that depends on concentration on a point can extend beyond all plausible limits and inscribe in the pupils those distant stars with which the transcendental smile sharpens the breath and hunger of its alien movements