time is unique, solid, full, true and human walks there, light, false, empty, since millions of years human beings walking on earth, what do they do, they think of them, comfort, no society has ever thought to human happiness, but in the body there is not that good, fairly quickly prisoner may have destructive impulses, it is not just the great figures of the story, the story of ordinary people is full of hatred, betrayal, possession stupid, it is common, we are all in turmoil, it protects itself, but suffice it to strike a match to ignite it there will never be enough water to extinguish the fire that burns in human passions for the flesh, to power, despite the desire to defy God, time goes on and off the body, with the body 's go stories, disease, the good, the bastards, each generation sees the previous repeat in identical proportions of poor idiots, stupid villains, and pears for the thirsty, what changes is the technique, human is hard to invent new objects, airplane, telephone, washing machine, car, but what do they do these things, you go faster, but it must also control his life, it is the anxiety of modern world, the more we advance the more we must have a computer, but towards the end there is more than hope, behind the curtain, there someone we believe or we do not believe , what does that make it all go, but we do not prepare, it is as if time was not there, and yet the earth rotates on itself and allows no other output