"Is it God that justice which we search for?
The justice, it is, yes. The revenge, it's not. So easily, men get to mix and misunderstand the own feelings, and they bring about personal and social tragedies, just for giving the One, who has created them, a name of cruel, manipulator and unfair.

Lots of stuffs we may learn, as soon as we leave this world; much more may we learn yet living here; so that it could get healed the biggest evil of the mankind.

Being out of this mortal coil, all of us are able to develop a high mentality, whose using is so restricted, as long as it is just to come back, and all of us are going to be subjugated by the bad instincts and propensities that the "being-human" inflicts against the arrested soul.

Neither a kind of thoughts about: "there's something else than this life lived within the being" crosses the mind of almost no one, and nor that, in this wide world of illusion, this is going to be nothing else than a blow, in face of the entire which all of us were before the decision that should exist one world where the bad instincts should be developed and defeated in the end.

But it was neither considered the possibility of, once the Unity getting divided, it was going to be added, in a bigger number, the ones who understood the evil as being a permanent and unique character of living, and nor that they would multiply themselves in a hurry quite expressive; and that the evil was going to be United and that it was going to become and Entire of blemishes, vices, mistakes, doubts and ignorance; an "Almighty" of darkness and ambitions, the chaos; as long as, to whom the light is not deserved, can't happen peace, understanding and, consequently, the unification.

Thence the confusion, the pain; because, all those little souls came from the divided One, get in chock against a world of desires and ignorance, of pain and despair without fair reason; excepting the reason that there is the needs of the reunion; but, once it has forgotten all the peace, the science and the sweet shape of the Unity, this divided, confused and pretentious world is what remains.

No one is created from the emptiness, thus the one can't walk toward the isolation of its own piece of soul forever.
There's a long we are all apart, mol from one unique integrity. But the time to get to the start site, to the return, is almost up. There's a shy thread that runs between the realities and, whose command, rules a complex between the ethereal and the weight, between the shape of the remained One and the ones who still tread on lands of existences, in brief shapes that build that short reality.

But, the more the One gets to keep its strength, the less it gets alive, due so many mistakes, so many weight and confusion from the separated parts. And the thread breaks itself, line by line and, from the memories of home, of the Entire and of the peace and pure love, unique and allowed ones, nothing remains but a shy shade that goes itself out day by day into the bottom of the soul of each one who dwells on this land yet, in their so precious although so vain human shapes.
What should be a brief learning at the beginning becomes into prison of what the human instincts execute on the soul.

And the soul dies. From a certain sort, what is eternal… dies. Although it lives in the world, it's dead. As each soul came from the One, and that has got lost, there's so many ages ago; and who doesn't know how to come back, anymore."