The universe is all about space and time and their contents.

The universe is like a container, or better to say, a lot of containers one into another; just like the typical Russian doll called Matryoshka.

The universe is the container that makes everything possible.

Just being as it is. Existent.

In the universe, the role for which the holding of things is made possible, is called communion.

The complementary sense of things. No one like the other, no one more or less important than the other. All together in the common attempt to be. All proud to be.

The only way to make it possible is to find the right way to make things happen. We need to find the way because the instinct is lost, and the sense dull. That form of primitivity, that allowed us to automatically privilege what is required in a spontaneous discipline, is long gone. The instinct is a thing of the past. So, every day we need to try and fight to maintain on tracks the train that everything contains and represents. The Universe.

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