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When Time’s God devours his children is order changed? No, it is not, since
indeed it changes, as itself, continuously. Mutation was already in itself, a
natural element present in embryo in old order’s ashes that hardly submits
to die and obviously will offer resistance, tell that new order is madness,
panic horror, indeed, poetry’s and art’s destruction. Old structures corroded
by canker do not notice that just that poetry and art they noisily chatter
about are buried by wide layers of politics and corruption, a dense and rotten
dust pervading everything.
However, mutation cannot happen effortlessly as the new skin born from
former’s ashes, will seem curious to the ones who look at it, different from
old order’s one, it will have more things and its pores will breath new

liberties already taking part to continuous becoming’s never-ending cycle,
even though men and women were not acquainted about it and mistrust, lack
of confidence in what one has not seen yet, the inquiring and critical eye
towards the ones who do not use an old and worn skin to travel all over the
world changing for its intimate nature and essence are generated by this
ignorance. The old skin attached to thought’s monolith is familiar, its worn
springs by now blossomed and decayed with the rotten flowers it produced,
for stalemating man’s overshadowed eye is music, steadiness, certainty that
the world remains quite firm in its positions where nothing changes and the
privileged few remain alike forever.
Evil is man itself who never changes. Destructuring means destroying the
old order without stopping, creating instead a new one, based upon talent
without superstructures of a political-theological nature, without a spot-god
fixed to adore.

Spinning around a god-spot fixed by worn traditions is a common and
widespread mistake, reply of a hierarchic template reproduced in every
environment and category, rerun of a branched power which is static just
like a hard unassailable stone. But rock’s unassailability is a false myth,
indeed there are elements which know how and are able to corrode it
because of time, this entity not existing, but conditioning our lives, this
scanning Chronos amazes by his motion, the same time which the spot-god
would like to dominate, without managing indeed. Had he managed over the
centuries, nothing would have changed, there would have been neither
evolution nor any cultural revolution. Chaos is everything’s origin, a not

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