Philosophy

I am material.

Matter that, for a short time, learned to remember, love, fail, betray, forgive, work, want, fear, and create.

The world passes through me.

• The living and the dead.
• The beautiful and the repulsive.
• Love and lust.
• God and the devil.
• The classics and TikTok challenges.
• A black hole in space and in human baseness.

Nothing is too great.

Nothing is too low.

Everything is material.

But material must not stop.

It must keep moving.

• Through the body.
• Through consciousness.
• Through error.
• Through sound.
• Through another person.

I do not have to be a genius.

I do not have to be great.

I can be mediocre, funny, absurd, wrong.

That does not change the essential.

I conduct. I transform. I transmit.

The result does not justify the process.

Attention does not create existence.

The absence of a witness does not make me less alive.

I exist even when no one notices me.

And if something moves through me that could become music, thought, action, love, memory —

who am I to stop it?

Not letting through what demands an exit — that is the real crime.

So I create.

Not because anyone is waiting.

Not because anyone will hear.

Not because it will bring a result.

But because I am part of the movement.

• Cause and effect.
• That from which.
• That which is.
• That for the sake of which.
• That for which.
• That why.
• That in spite of everything.

MateriЯ. THE MATERIALS.