Reality Is A Creation Of

We Are Afraid Of The Enormity Of The Possible.

We Are Born To Exist, Not To Know, To Be, Not To Assert Ourselves.

Even When Nothing Happens, Everything Seems Too Much For Me. What Can Be Said, Then, In The Presence Of An Event, Any Event?

To Think Is To Take A Cunning Revenge In Which We Camouflage Our Baseness And Conceal Our Lower Instincts.

That History Just Unfolds, Independently Of A Specified Direction, Of A Goal, No One Is Willing To Admit.