must understand that life is useless, once you understand it, that's better, you breathe in blows, the head well balanced, I'm useless and nobody can say otherwise, 're born, you shit, you die, what can it be any other on earth, whatever may be the human project, earn money, have power, pretty satisfied, but the body is destroyed, the tomb forgets everything, wealth, power, died after he mocked the living what he has done the best we remember him, but it does not do exactly the opposite of what he did is freedom, he died, he will not come bothering us, there is more, it eventually is what that's life, a presence of short duration, a geo-strategic position, a point tiny map that ceases to issue a second to another, for no particular reason, because it's time, the last coming after a car accident or a fall a stool, on Sunday morning when we wanted to put the curtains up, head trauma, deep coma for a month, brain death, all because a pair of curtains, life is funny because it is tragic