Is there anybody out there!?

This is not peaceful world of steady deja vu, it’s not created on reasonable lies. This world is fruit of our imagination, limited only by the greatness of our thinking capacities. Space in which our soul safely grows and develops. With our actions we enable life, and with our efforts we shape it in a form which we can easily adore and cherish. The debt we carry in testament requires from us to exhibit affinity for the things we give, not that which we can keep for ourselves.

We ought to safeguard our every dream; our every thought must be disputed and argued. By cherishing every breath of air against the slow rash of eons, opposing the dissipative force of rust, we treasure life above all.

One day, when we’ll return to the joy and warmth of our thought, which represents the source of an intellect with beginnings long ago forgotten and end even more distant, we may find what we’re looking for all this time – ourselves.