Our dreams squeak in the rust of "objective reality". We must begin to dream again and a little differently. We must go further to meet with the dreams of our childhood and to make known to all a new way to live. To tell to the world that a man is different when he dreams like a child and lives the joy of that dream. It is the child that must be saved! and this dream can save everyone.

Because it is not only with big plans, big organizations and institutions that we change the world, but with the life that each of us designs in his dreams.

When I was child I had "my head in the clouds" because I dreamed of heaven: "the place where the dreams come true." I seached for the answer of the endless problem of man: what is the limit of liberty, up to what point can a man be true?

But there was a thing that set fire the my heart : to love mankind so much that I would give my life for him, give him a new life, a new way of living and of feeling like a human being "on earth as in heaven".

In actual human relationships there is something that doesn't work - there is something that mortifies human dreams and feelings and prevents us from being happy.

The worst death for a man is that he doesn't feel human, that he doesn't love all children equally, making absurd differences and dividing them from the birth into the lucky and the unlucky.

Luck doesn't exist. There exists the “possibility” helping each other. We are "vasi communicanti" - linked vessels. When liquid is poured into any one vessel, the level rises equally in all of them. It is true that we all have different abilities - but if we link these abilities and put them in communication with one another, one "fills" the other - and we need all of them to be human.

This law of "cohesion" is the law that holds the universe together; the cohesion, "the law" that teaches us in all humility the principle of the "vasi communicanti".

Because intelligence, like the air, the water, the sun and the earth, was not created by us, by ourselves. Yet we continually "appraise" things, giving a price even to our imagination.

But I repeat: what man knows how to make an intelligence? “To make a child” is a common phrase, a way of speaking, and certainly beautiful - but to make an eye, to make demands and the human spirit - these things cannot be made. Therefore, I ask, why do we pay others? There is only one price. It is life, and as I give it to others, they will give it to me. Is it a dream? No, it is the school of the future civilization.

I want so much to make you dream like this.

- Zeno