He was in a state of delirium, near death, and his words were just visions… any doctor analyzing M. death would agree with me, defender of the People.
Selfishness wasn’t one of his traits; even before dying, he thought of the world, of the future of our souls. Me, yes, I’m selfish—I only think about myself. As my only quality, he gave me the dignity to admit sin.
Every human being has one good quality; I could say the same about Hitler even. It’s our key to access to the dimension.
It’s just that I have so many stones to walk on, a shitty character, penance, but I’ll see the light too, as the painting says.
G. gave me a supernatural superpower: recognizing numbers and their real ownership.
It was a fortunate gift that, by His choice, was bestowed on me.
And T. was right too—a lucky guy, but like many lucky ones, we have our pains and troubles to deal with.
For me, besides a shitty selfish character, the psycho-physical torture in dreams, the Devil’s whips.
You can’t just have the cake; you have to eat the shit too. The white man would have seen him with feathers on his head, dancing the rain dance, and thought of their ignorance—with bows and arrows, us with rifles and cannons. Then Jesus warned them: leave it alone. Like when we justify the poor or the depressed: he’s just starving, let him steal; he’s just sick, don’t condemn him.
There, everyone thanks him for forgiveness; you were useful. But look how clever these R. are: for years they committed crimes in the name of him forgiveness while he was dying. Having lost faith in man. They were strict and severe with writing; the P. say so. Whoever wrote those words told the truth—they’re the truest writings in history, more than those of our days, because back then manuscripts and words were like food; I’ve shown the heart of my paintings, and my signature has value—I have no doubts.
It’s a guarantee of truth.I demonstrate once again the egoism and economic opportunism worthy of us. It’s my right to admit my flaws—egoist, the facts say so.Don’t you feel how just the thought makes the walls vibrate?
Evil enough to make us all fools for 2025 years.Never deny the written words of those who, back then, considered writing as food—the Middle East.”Read the transcript,” said Donald—the writings. It worked with me.T
Are we fools to this point? I wonder why no one considers science? You know why I write this? I was the one who said, “God is science, and I believe in the Bible and the prophets.” I have a series of psychiatric theories about it.
My first theory is that in desert times—ancient times when silence reigned—the mind was more prophetic than ours.I maintain that a man crucified under torture was in delirium and not conscious (science),.
Luca Cappai 