it is complicated to live, be careful at all, and knows nothing, that way we can live normally, days, nights, desires, joys, mashed because everything is chewed, it still, the poop, it does nothing remains of the human hand while in the bathroom by using against the sun's rays to heat water, using wind turbines to the wind does not blow for nothing, but what comes out of the human is dirty, his sweat, his boogers, his poop, his pee, his words are dirty, the human never speaks of love, he speaks money, power, sex, possession of bodies, but being together in harmony, it is a project that may exist, but humans are not made to be together in love, there is always one to tellme, me, me, me , a stack of my personal desire to, except that all political projects or new age, or religious who wanted to organize the common happiness have failed, what matters to humans is the personal pleasure, he does not know that it leads to the falls, it goes straight in his I am, me, me, me, every body defends itself, the skin repels the attacks, the brain coordinates the arms and legs to hit and run, the  human is a defensive tower that is an occasional attack, very few he likes, a passage through the land on fire, you believe not, how can you love when life offers only the full face of the vacuum if one could believe it, it would be great, love might just bring in the same place, we discuss, we understand each other, the other understands me, is the exchange through speech, a great project, is it for the living,