City Gloss

The ecstatic person is the most dynamic, the most silent and which less precise to demonstrate. By ecstasy that rare mental quality that makes a man inspired by someone completely happy in your mental concentration to the point that his mind is unperturbed and nothing can distract you I mean that is alien to its purpose. Instead is acutely aware and responsive to how much respect to him. The great composers, sculptors, painters, inventors and visionaries of all times reached such a State of Ecstasy in its creative hours. By Ecstasy I mean joy and by inner joy I mean these inspirational fires smoldering in the interior of the consciousness of the great geniuses, fires conferred upon them by an indomitable surpassing spiritual vitality of all the difficulties, which surrenders to her as wheat before the wind. One who cultivates this quiet and discreet ecstasy of inner joy I could scale to the desired height and be leading in its field whatever this there is no indication violent apparent Ecstasy enjoyed great thinkers in his solitude. There are no traces of drama in it just a subtle light in the eyes of the inspired person or a still more subtle emanation surrounding him that warns you that you are in the presence of someone who has overcome the divide that separates the mundane plane of the world of the spirit.

The fortunate that those inside lighting bonfires lit are those that provide us with a new type of civilization as Edison, Faraday and Goodyear. Those who like Mozart, Beethoven, Chopin or Tchaikovsky transformed rhythms invisible in visible (and audible) or those, anyway, who like Michel angelo, Rodin or Rembrandt, transcend their Ecstasy Interior giving us a recognizable universe of shapes and symbols. That inner joy comes from the miracle of discovering the self that inhabits every human being inside. With him is something more important than the success measured in fame, riches and social prestige.