One morning I think more than usual, why am up when normally I am what I am not is a matter incredible, believes all human knowledge of the human body, but how to explain these variations that come close of nowhere, it's solate, it does not exist, even under a microscope you would see nothing, even to the scanner, it will always remainunknown, it reassures me, so now we want to explain everything, as if it was reassuring to know everything to avoid thinking that one day die, so also we do not know why, do we know why we are born, is there a plan out there thattell us why lives, nothing is known of the human project, the answers are the simplest to give birth to a child to earn money or for power over others, but we know we are alone, it 'is one, it will always be one,