Truth of the Lesser Men is a collection of ideas and short essays by a young male Brazilian called marcio rocha pereira, in a not-so-fluent English.
The subject is the world, society, live and how we live it. Or something like it. It is my attempt at understanding everything that happens all around me, an ontological travel journal of sorts. Which probably translates into, quite simply, my own opinions and thinking.
Nevertheless, i don’t know what i am, or if being something is important to me, or what you mean by “being something” — so that I can hardly answer the questions of what I do, or work with, or any of the other identity-assigning questions. If you are really interested, check the personal info.
The idea of this blog is to avoid rewriting as much as possible, and to write different takes to the same ideas if the need arise, instead of modifying. This is to avoid a constant state of in-progress.
Love or hate, i am always open for criticism (and i'll even accept praise with as much grace as i can manage). Hope you like it.
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I met a girl called Amanda Oldring, and she wrote me something in my travelbook that i have been reading and rereading over and over again. So i thought maybe others could like it too. I asked for permission, and she never answered, so maybe in a few days that will disappear, but then again there is always Google’s cache. Consider this the first “guest post” in this blog!
The hardest cages to unlock are the ones we build inside ourselves. Freedom is the route achieved by sacrificing security, and can only be hard-won within the self. The key to escape entrapment, then, is enpowerment, the key to isolation is genuine connection. When we know ourselves, and love ourselves, we experience freedom in moments, despite wordly ties. In these moments, we cast a circle that draws others into us — and through this we achieve connection.
Love — Breath — Connect — Grow — Accept
with all in life.
Leaving Lima, you can already see the dunes, so i began to feel like i was getting there. There was a house being eaten by the dunes. In Huacachina, i saw the open bled for the first time. The hostel manager tells me it goes for 40 Km. Even though this place was really touristy, it was a lot of fun going through the dunes, mostly because the driver was very funny (but Canoa Quebrada’s ride is a lot more wild).