by the time I lose the connection a passage in a vacuum, zero conscience, desire without direction, brain boiling, it's time to cook the egg, then we return to the crossroads, we choose a reality it should because we can not be completely true, always lying beside it, a balance that allows humans to continue publishing it is not, otherwise we could not live together Everyone is in destroying the other, we dream of being the master and the others always say yes, but equality between people, we can not do better, we choose to be free to agree to see fair, there happens slowly, it is never exactly what we want but with a vision that grows it gets more understanding of dead ends, the road goes through there, but the temptations are going elsewhere, then we know how To connect two extreme positions, one day after another, patiently, step by step, the event is accurate, no more typing at random, the choices are fewer, attention initially, the risk is the explosion of the volcano, but how do otherwise,