one day I'll be ready, it depends on me, a question personal during a journey that began long ago, thousands of days to arrive today, today, this great moment to share in seconds lost forever , how to keep time, it is far, majestic, nothing can say it is too high, we were born and it will see us die, we live in the light, even if it can not move one still manages to laugh, every moment is precious, it should be put in a corner and pray, but we have so many things to see there is an urgent emergency, but now it goes well, there is nothing to do to be good, it is in the head, it is not because I eat meat, is that it comes from my atoms, they have been programmed in a sense light, I do not understand everything, in fact I do  understand one thing, what happens happens because it happens, this is a test, an attempt to understand the unknown, it is easy and difficult, this is nice and nasty, it goes and it does not go pass is blocked where I do not know, it does not bother me, I still dig my hole, I get one day to the other side of the earth, I think it was in New Zealand, but thanks to gravity all humans are glued to the ground even if it is upside down compared to those who live on the other side, that's why I'm well, if I was not glued to the ground , I would fly in the air, it would allow me to go high and lose sanity, I need to stabilize the reason for me is needed, a weight do necessary not to take off paper, I prefer to paint the walls, it is faster and requires less precision, this is my program, no precision and speed in the slow, cold-pressed when it is hot and melting ice in the mirror