there was in a deep forest  a human being of great wisdom, but from time to time he needed to take a young lady from a nearby village, he was stunning in his big hands and took away all his clothes, once she was naked, he looked long to wait when she woke up because he needed to know what was in the eyes of the girl, was that the purity or was that the impulse towards pleasure, everything depended on what he felt, if he saw in the eyes of his victim a sense of fun, he took her against him and put a spoon of honey in the mouth and then he was going with a big stick which helped to walk, this story is false, in life there is that wolves and lambs, eat each other, that's how it goes, there is no choice in being born because we went in a direction that lasts for decades, until the end we move like crazy, not knowing we go, we go straight without making a detour one day we buy butter to make a cake, it's like this life, we do not believe and yet we should believe it, there would be interest, but it is stronger than that the stronger is boredom, what's the point of doing something, everything happens, nothing happens, it's like there's nothing to do, so we can still have fun and play games, but it does not last because selfishness is too strong, we are happy only with oneself, a desire solitary chance that advance a life back, a pleasure superficial reality cumbersome