What would happen if I ask you to plant a seed right now? What if your own life depends on it, if it was a dead&life matter? Would you have a seed in your hands for you to plant?

You would reply me: "NO, of course. But I can take one from a tree."
I'd say to you: What if there was no tree, no fruit, not even only one left out there? The more you looked for, the less you would find. And your life would be finished. Terrifying, isn't it?

It's only Love what we have to think of right now. The world doesn't need a stab else inside of its heart; we're the only ones who may understand and who may fix the wrong, the confused and separated world. There is no long time left, there is no other ones to do the job. We have, we ought to open eyes and arms to a huge fight, that must start within each one, in the depth of every mind, inside of you, who are not so blind and wicked enough to forget the days of clear sun, mild breeze and a whole complex of life that used to kiss your doorway in each day of your ancient days.

How can you dry out your fountain, if it's you yourself the source of life? All of us, the ones who are living here, are the ones in the charge, in a charge of breeding, realizing and living by. Not the ones who have already died, not even the ones who have not arrived yet. We, the living human beings, we have a complex understanding about life, and we can get a broad vision of an entire place in just a single blink. We may understand each other because we know how it feels to be a human being, we know what the human being means.

And we have an extra comprehension that goes further than any other living beings in the world, a comprehension that is not a gift, but that is a tool that must be used for us now, when the time for cultivating, for preservation is more than an extreme move to take. We all can learn how to be more, how to take a little light where the valley is covered by the shade; we may reach out the hands towards the other lives before they are gone forever. We may create instead of damaging; we may work instead of folding arms. It's only up to us, no one else. It's a brief, a blink, and everything will be lost. Do you know how to create water? How to make the seeds appear once they are not being produced by the trees any longer? Do you know how to breed the savage life, how to create anything without the matrix? The source is dried, unless we start the reverse right now, it's to be now, not a second left for a second thought. It's only us who may teach the world how to survive, because it's our own surviving too. And it's only us who have the hands to make all that. It's only a Love matter. The Love, that is not dead in your being; that never will. Even if the world doesn't survive.