My facts detection kit's engine core is logic, and its fuel is arguments and proofs. This is how I ride the waves of life, enjoying every moment of my continuous exploration of the secrets of this enigmatic and mysterious existence. This is how I ward off the probability of sewing reality's thread with needles that move as befits the frailty of my fears and desires. This is how the roosters crow in my world -unconcerned by what I set on my watch- to declare the sunrise with the one and only truth they know; sun rays. This is how I travel through the map of my existence, caring billions of questions, rather than answers; unperturbed by all of the indoctrinated beliefs, for that my life is too precious to be given up for the past of my fathers and ancestors, and every other man. So be my trip without a pre-drawn road.
I am not from any particular place; born in a specific one, yes, but I don't belong to it, for my only true identity is mankind. I am a star stuff and a way for the cosmos to know itself - as the great Carl Sagan once said-. Therefore, I will not let down the universe and I will live as a discoverer of my canvas and its colors, rather than a stupid and degraded consumer of ancient's paintings, even if they were splashed with gold or sacred water. Neither the brilliance of gold excites me nor the sanctity of waters scares me. My legs are not of clay nor roots of trees, thus Earth's land and all the planets attract me to be a traveler whose tools are rationality, logic, arguments, and proofs. With a map comprising the bulk of time and space, I see every person as a human being, with an appreciation for free thinkers who chose to fly, and sympathy for who chose to stay in the land of faith and ignorance, with unceasing wonder about people's different lives, their wars and all that brings them together, their biases and all the fears that hold them back, their traditions and myths and all of their conflicting religions. I have an endless appetite to explore the universe as it is, and to tackle more mysteries. Splashed with all colors, my guitar strings and what I make alone of melodies carry me to the land of my dreams. my playing cards and the art of illusion allow me to reflect reality with special mirrors. While my drawings are my gates to the depths of my own ocean, where the conscious and the unconscious get to meet. This is me, a free bird, a traveler, an explorer and an artist, who wants to contribute to the greatest mission of mankind: Science. Although I am currently in a tomb of reason and a prison of the mind, I am not a prisoner nor a jailer and I will never be.