Down the Rabbit Hole

 Who never wanted to be Alice and enter through a hole of a rabbit when things are dull and unsatisfying, and when we need to find answers to some difficult questions to be answered? Cruel doubt of a balance that leans towards the new, in conflict to the old. Wonderful wonderland, where everything is new and creative, possible and delighted. Tedious country of routines, where everything is old, slow, black and white.

Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, better, Lewis Carroll has already understood this since 1865, when he wrote the quirky Alice's Adventures in Wonderland (usually abbreviated as ‘Alice in Wonderland’). Much more than a simple fantasy story, dramatized by Alice, is the psychological analysis involved in the book, which for many people, it seems no rhyme or reason.

Alice seems not to be paying attention to her sister who reads a book beside a river. When suddenly, how wonderful! She sees a rabbit, but not an ordinary rabbit. A rabbit which is dressed wearing a pocket watch and better, the rabbit can speak. He is able to speak English, how wonderful! Gripped by curiosity and, by following the rabbit, she falls into the hole, and slowly enters into the world of the dreams. Following the rabbit means, first, to end her curiosity, but also, trying to achieve the rabbit at all costs demonstrate her need of knowledge or satisfaction, which she intends to find by stopping him.

At the end of the fall, the main focus is to find the secret passage to the garden, so Alice has to eat and drink, changing in size, to achieve the small key that would open that wonderful fairyland. No Alice, drink me, you're too big. Alice, now eat me, you're too small. So many frustrations, Alice, either too small or too big to Wonderland. That is not easy. There mustn’t be indeed, because being small, you only have your childhood, memories of the pleasures it brought you. But now, when you are big, you can not have them anymore. It is a complete mess such change from childhood to the world of the adult people. Alice ate the cake, now you're too big to get into Wonderland, but do not cry nor question your identity. We all go through this one way or another.

You still can get into Wonderland, little Alice, but the caterpillar will question once again - Who are you? Come here; recite a poem, not any one. It has to be "Father William" (or "The Old Man's Comforts"), by Robert Southey, a didactic poem that portrays the importance of moderation. You've changed a lot Alice, so subtly that you haven’t even realized. Or have you noticed?

But it all seems very confusing and crazy. Sure, it was the Cheshire Cat who said madness is the main feature of the residents of Wonderland.

- We are all mad here! Or better:

- We are all made here!

We are all in your imagination, little Alice, because you created us, I'm crazy, surely you are too. Enigmatic smile. What's the answer? Perhaps taking a tea we can understand it better.

Mad Tea with the Mad Hatter, who philosophizes that time has stopped at 6 o'clock, so this is tea time. The time, that long and white bearded gentleman who walks taking revenge against himself, time has punished him, 6 o'clock, what a chaos.

The March Hare does not stop with its enigmas as well, - "Why is a raven like a writing desk?"... How can, in the middle of it all, the Dormouse stand still in silence, sleeping a deep sleep. What time is it, asks the hatter to the Hare.

"- I do not know, the clock is broken. " responds.

"- No. How can you pour butter on the clock, Hare?"

The Hare wets the clock in the tea and butter, of course, that was a very good tea.

No, no, no! Now Alice is angry, because the hatter does not know the answers.

Now, yes, even now, she needs to know the chronological order of time. Time is precious. Time is a person, with a personality; it can cause chaos in the lives of people who do not manage it correctly, which does not respect it. The days are running fast, the clock is doing its uncontrollable ‘tic tac’ and she, great poor little Alice, she does not have the answers.

Little Alice, as in Wonderland, I'm late, if you want, follow me, but I'm lost as well, tic tac tic tac tic tac...

The Ups and Downs of Life - Encontros e Desencontros

A matemática da vida não é simples equação. Somamos conhecimentos e conquistas, vitórias, amigos e amores. Essa parte é a mais simples. Acrescentamos amor aonde há ódio, carinho onde há carência, riso onde há lagrimas. Somamos amigos e ideias, pessoas e vitórias.

Mas chega um momento em que já aprendemos a conta básica e a vida nos cobra um pouco mais de entendimento na sua trajetória. Chega a hora de diminuir, então temos que dizer adeus ás pessoas que amamos tanto: a avó que se foi, o relacionamento que terminou, o curso que não concluímos, a juventude que foi embora. Nessa fase, aprendemos a dar valor ao nosso passado, as nossas raízes, as nossa histórias, nossos conhecimentos adquiridos.

Depois que somamos e diminuímos chega a hora de multiplicar, você aprende que somar e diminuir não faz a vida completa. Chegam os filhos, que se multiplicarão em netos, bisnetos e que ajudarão a seguir o normal fluxo da trajetória da vida. Você aprende que deve ajudar o próximo antes de pensar em si, e que o bem que se faz, multiplica-se em bênçãos de retorno sem esforço.

Quando chega o momento em que somamos, diminuímos, multiplicamos todas nossas experiências, a vida nos entrega a conta de divisão. E nesse momento você começa a pensar em dividir. Dividir conhecimentos, experiências, ideias, conselhos, sentimentos, alegrias, tristezas e tudo mais que na trajetória do percurso ficou na sua bagagem.

Você aprende nesse momento que todas as contas vieram no momento certo e que nenhuma delas tem menor valor. Então chega a hora da partida, e os encontros e desencontros continuam se multiplicando, dividindo, somando e subtraindo, numa matemática precisa, perfeita. Completa. Divina.


English - The ups and downs of life
The mathematics of life is not a simple equation. We add knowledge and achievements, victories, friends and lovers. This is the simplest part. We add love where there is hate, affection where there is absence, laughing where there are just tears. We add friends and ideas, people and victories.

But there comes a time when we have already learned the basic account and life demands a little more understanding in its path. There comes the time to decrease, then we must say goodbye to people we love so much: the grandmother who passes away, the ending of a relationship, the course we do not conclude, and the youth that went away. At this stage, we learn to value our past, our roots, our stories, and our gained knowledge.

After adding and subtracting, it comes the time to multiply, you learn that just adding and subtracting don’t make life complete. The children arrive; they will multiply themselves in grandchildren and great-grandchildren, what will help you following the normal flow of life's pathway. You learn that you should help others before thinking just about yourself, and that the good things that are done, multiply themselves in blessings, which will return to you without effort.

When comes the time, we have already added, subtracted and multiplied all our experiences, life gives us the result of the division. And in that moment, you start thinking about dividing. About sharing knowledge, experiences, ideas, advice, feelings, joys, sorrows and everything else in the path of the route which was in your luggage.

So, you learn that all the bills came at the right time and none of them has less value. Then it comes the hour of our departure, and the ups and downs of life keep multiplying, dividing, adding and subtracting, in a precise mathematical way, perfect. Complete. Divine.

I want diamonds

Portuguese 

Eu quero diamantes. Na verdade todos nós somos, só precisamos lembrar.
Porque as vezes nós esquecemos a coisa mais importante na vida, quem somos.
Há pessoas que pensam que são, e aqueles que pensam que não são. É apenas um ponto de vista.

Eu quero contos de fada. Na verdade não é isso o que nossa vida é? Nós apenas precisamos lembrar.

Mas lembrar não é um caminho fácil de escolher. É preciso tempo, paciência e fé, que, juntos, nos leva a sonhos realizados.
Lembre-se.

Eu não acredito em destino. Exceto no que você e Deus criam juntos.
Não importa quão intenso, bom, encantado e lindo Deus queira que sua vida seja. Se você continuar querendo o que não é bom nem digno, é isso que você terá. Não é um segredo. É um enigma.

Você tem que revelá-lo, colocar os pedaços juntos. Para deixar mais claro em sua mente, mais intenso em seu corpo.

Se você quer um milagre, tem que parar de querer agora.
Seja o milagre para alguém.
O resto fluirá como nascente de rio, amanhecer da escuridão e satisfará plenamente o que seu mais intimo dos sonhos quer que você seja.

English 

I want diamonds. Actually we all are, we just need to remember.
Sometimes we forget the most important thing in life, who we are.
There are people who think they are, and those who think they are not. It's just a point of view.

I want fairy tales. Actually that's not what our life is? We just need to remember.

But remembering is not an easy path to choose. It takes time, patience and faith that together leads to realized dreams.
Remember.

I do not believe in destiny. Except for the one you and God create together.
No matter how intense, nice, charming and beautiful God wants your life to be, If you keep wanting what is not good or worthy, this is what you get. It is no secret. It is an enigma.

You have to reveal it, put the pieces together. Make it clear in your mind, your soul.

If you want a miracle, you have to stop trying now.
Be the miracle for someone.
The rest will flow like a river rising, dawn darkness and fully satisfy your most intimate dreams wherever you are.