The great adventure of life. A labyrinth full of lost people. The decision to find the exit. You ask for it. You give for it. Without measuring things every time times. Look around you. The nature. Its bid. It persists in a hostile human environment to offer. It’s a lesson to the barbarians passing by. Doomed to desecrate it become absorbed into an eternal defeat. It’s the inexorable arithmetic. The faith in the ephemeral power. Down to the drain of the valuable balance of the world. You are a simple voyager struggling to be present. It’s this point that you don’t pick your enemies. Your enemies are like the ballast that grows as much as your trip lengthens.
