{"id":3875,"date":"2011-02-25T23:53:29","date_gmt":"2011-02-26T04:53:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/linaru.com\/?p=3875"},"modified":"2021-11-16T17:35:53","modified_gmt":"2021-11-16T22:35:53","slug":"tower-of-glass","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/en\/tower-of-glass\/","title":{"rendered":"Tower of Glass"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"grid kcm\">\n<div class=\"grid__item nine-twelfths portable--auto lap--auto palm--auto top-no-padding bottom-no-padding center  \"><audio preload=\"none\" controls=\"controls\"><source src=\"https:\/\/linaru.com\/audio\/2011\/towerofglass.mp3\" type=\"audio\/mp3\"><\/source><source src=\"\" https:=\"\" linaru=\"\" com=\"\" audio=\"\" towerofglass=\"\" ogg=\"\" type=\"audio\/ogg\"><\/source><\/audio><\/div>\n<div class=\"grid__item one-whole portable--auto lap--auto palm--auto\">\n<p>The tower of a thousand windows lives by its rules. It believes that it could undress me as I project in its glassy eyes without restraint. The man who lives inside the tower is tired of seeing my figure in its windows. Each time I look at the tower, he shouts,&rdquo;&#157; Who is that which I observe as myself that is not me?&rdquo;&#157; In its tallest window, I can hear that a bell is crying as if there were no future in its vibrations. I tried to answer back, but my voice got fused with the sound of the bell. Our vibrations became one with the wind, and so we found freedom in our silence. In such impossibility of communication, I sighed. My sigh became a drift of butterflies that knew no limits. Oh&hellip; with each sigh new butterflies surrounded my body until I began to float with them! If only the man in the tower could see the beauty of being without boundaries of belief. What could I do if the man imposed on me his view of the world? If only he could show me what I could not see? If only he could listen to my perspective which is his blind spot?<\/p>\n<div class=\"important\">Suddenly, I understood that the butterflies could listen to my soul without the need of talking. They began to paint in the windows of the man trapped in his tower what I wished to express:<\/div>\n<pre>I celebrate you,\r\nyou being you, \r\nbut who are you?\r\n\r\nAre you a bundle \r\nof uniqueness\r\nthat dictates \r\nwithout sensing\r\nthrough your senses\r\nother selves?\r\n\r\nNo but perhaps \r\nI react in pain. \r\n\r\nAre you a transparent\r\nself that lets others trespass\r\nyour belief of being?\r\n\r\nYes but perhaps\r\nI am afraid of feeling\r\ntoo deeply. \r\n\r\nAre you a reflection\r\nthat fixates in the fear \r\nof diversity?\r\n\r\nNo but perhaps\r\nI am alone. \r\n\r\nNeither but both,\r\ntransparent but solid, \r\nbound but infinite,\r\nwho are you?\r\n\r\nI am the man \r\nthat is in the tower \r\nbut I am the outsider \r\nthat wishes to be acknowledged \r\nby the being that dictates my fate \r\nfrom afar. \r\n\r\nI am both but neither\r\nas I float as a butterfly\r\nin silent beauty. \r\n\r\n<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The tower of a thousand windows lives by its rules. 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