if I had the opportunity to understand what is happening, where are the keys, they are long lost, there remains only the choice, you go or stay, and do not ask why, it depends on your family, your tastes, your experiences, you put it all into a pot and you mix, then it is a story of chance, time to time, place, people must believe in the need to manufacture, initially we nothing, no problem, days would pass without saying anything, and then comes the empty life? what's the point, money, power, lies, we do not want to see, we do not try, but the truth falls at once, always, here we go again with each generation, we want to believe the human triumph, but it must be to face the facts, the human disappears before the eternal, there remains nothing but dust, then passes day tomorrow, another idea