Don't be intimidated.
An idea, when it is born, needs to be defended.
One is not born wrong: at most one becomes wrong.
It is the same with ideas: they need care, to be nurtured, like a living thing.

Ideas then imitate us.
As we behave, so they behave.
Ideas are us.

Most of the time, an idea will be considered good only after it is proven to work in reality.

But an idea is not reality any more than a map is territory.
Therefore, its realization is the natural development of the idea: the doing, the gestus.

And, after realizing it, it needs to be cleaned up and put into the world.

We cannot know how it will go in the gestational stage; we can only feel.

To feel that there is something inside us that quivers, that shines.

A spark.

On that spark blow with the beauty of knowledge.
Make it a reflection of your soul, of you.

Steal from the best, copy, follow the rhythm of the moment.

Study your surroundings, break down atoms into words, words into echoes of emotions that travel within you.

Emotion is not in a drawer: it is with you, inside you, there.

Right there.

And, like you, millions of others feel it.
Emotions unite us under the same banner, that of mystery.

We all walk toward an unknown destination.

I rarely think about the past.
I have the feeling that it is of no use, that it binds me to something that is not there.
Yet the fact that I always have this feeling is perhaps the clearest demonstration that there is something I cannot let go of.

A part of me always distances itself just enough to avoid suffering.

The fear of suffering.

Do you have it too?
I am not talking about the pain of a sting or a fall: I am talking about feeling that if you take one more step, the return, if there ever is one, will be with a broken heart.

In my life I have never broken anything, never a fracture.
My bones are made of titanium.
Maybe that's why I have a crystal heart, because my armor is better than that of the Knights of the Zodiac.

"Crystal heart" is an expression I also use in The Labyrinth of Hope.
The interesting thing is that I don't use it for one character, but for several.

Who knows, maybe for all of them.

I am writing this journal to warm up my engines.
I have finished writing the third volume.

After some comments from beta readers, I changed the ending of the second volume, but that's normal: the saga is being written, and that means changing important things: directions, endings, events.

Fortunately, the beacon that illuminates me on this journey is as bright as the moon.
Or maybe it is the moon itself.