“...He was wondering aimlessly one November afternoon with his friend D. Nothing was happening. But in each of them, at that moment, a sense of infinite possibilities. Nothing was happening. Or else one could say that it was this consciousness of possibility, in fact, that was happening”. P. A.
The consciousness of possibility as something that allow you breath, as something that guaranty you to have a widely open horizon to explore by yourself. The consciousness of possibility as vanishing point as much as upward point.
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