There is a secret world hidden within this.

This world, the so-called “real world” is just a facade. Pull back the curtain and you'll notice that the libraries are full of runaways writing novels, that the highways are full of refugees and sympathizers, that all the secretaries and sensible parents are tugging at their chains, looking for a chance to show how alive they still are... And all this talk about "objectivity" and "responsibility" is just a threat and a bluff so that we don't risk our hands to reach out to the other world that lies so close before us.

You can taste it in the impetuous gasp of your first kiss, or in the blood that rushes to the corner of your mouth after a sudden accident when you realize you've just narrowly escaped death. You can feel it in the gusts of wind that whistle around your ears on a city rooftop during a night of adventure. You can hear it in the magic of your favorite song, moving you in ways that no science can measure. You may have found evidence of her in a public restroom, a secret message scratched into the toilet door that you can't decipher. Or that you saw a hint of her in the pale projection of the movies designed to keep us entertained. It resonates in our stories when we speak of our lusts and desires that still lurk behind the walls of our “pragmatic” and “realistic” way of life.

When poets and activists stay awake until dawn racking their brains to find the perfect set of words and/or implementation of actions that will carry the fire into hearts (and cities), they are trying to find nothing other than a hidden entrance into them. When children climb out of windows and roam the neighborhood late at night, when freedom fighters look for the weaknesses in the government's fortresses, when teenagers destroy a billboard so that they can chase the cops all night long, when anarchists disrupt the orderly flow of a demonstration and deglaze the shop windows of a chain of companies, then they are all trying to storm its entrance.

When you have sex and discover new feelings and areas of your lover's body, and you both feel like explorers discovering new parts of the world that are on par with a desert oasis or the coast of an unknown continent, you are creating a picture of your territory.

There is certainly no safer world than this one - on the contrary, it is the sense of danger there that revitalizes us: the feeling that we are really risking something for a moment that encompasses the past and the future.

Maybe you came across it by chance at some point and were amazed by what you found. The old world was shattered behind you and within you, and no scientist could ever put it back together again. Everything before became unimportant, irrelevant and ridiculous as horizons suddenly expanded and new paths previously unimaginable opened up. And perhaps you swore to yourself that you would never return to the old world, that you would live here for the rest of your life, charged with the desire for adventure and change. But of course you went back there.

Common sense beats into us that this world can only be experienced in the short term, that it is only the brief moment of change and nothing more. But the legends we tell ourselves around the campfires speak of completely different stories: we hear about people who stayed there for weeks and months, people who never returned from there, who lived and died there as heroes. We know that this secret world is near and waiting for us. We feel it in that atavistic chamber of our hearts that carries the memory of freedom long before our time. You can see it in the flash of our eyes, in the passion of our dances and liaisons, in the protest and the party that spirals out of control.

You're not the only one trying to find her. We're out here too... some of us are waiting for you too. And know that everything you have ever done or thought about doing to get there is not crazy, but beautiful, dignified, and necessary.

Revolution is simply the idea that we can enter this world and never have to return. Or rather: that we can burn the old one down to reveal the world underneath.