That changes almost everything! The majority of the word preaching the Truth, and in it the compromise that lurks in the depths of the words! And since it is appropriate to fight for Being, even a toad-weaning baby who demands love-hunger on a daily basis with legitimate selfishness, I weighed the uncertain risk of days as someone who knows what and how to do it - and yet I didn't get past the sure Yesterday!

And even now I have to live: A tempting Tomorrow with a promise of uncertainty will weigh me over! Did I do well and worthily that I didn’t waste the details either? Or should I have paid attention to the more meaningful forms and the ancient secrets of the intellect?

In intertwined chains: Bustling, bongling, intentionally and most importantly - crowded to each other in interest and deliberately repelled by human figures, the eternally dissatisfied instincts of the World. - How almost everything changes! Recently, my half-naked childish self snoozed in bed - and today, everyday, repetitive worries tear the load on my shoulders!

What I used to be: A dreaded fugitive, a frothy prisoner of compulsions — perhaps it will change and take away the bittersweet noises of imperfect tutu — which many have already whipped, and the lesser joys of Existence will be richer with it!

Our brains — as intricately tense, strange machinery, are straining, struggling daily with the Gordian knots of conscience on fine strings — and suddenly the secret of the only final meaning of Life opens up to us as a decipherment: Only then did we not live Fatally, and in vain selfishly, yet adhering to unconditional morals,
as an immortal transcendence: we also slowed down the fragments of the minute, and we brought happiness into our medium, even half-naked.