how can anyone live without ever wondering why did humans come to be on this extraordinarily average planet,
dismissing any further idea because it makes them uncomfortable,
arguing humans should just enjoy life for the sake of living, loving and multiplying
until there's no more place left on this extraordinarily average planet
that humans haven't stripped down of its natural beauty,
until there's nothing left except for bare ground, ashes and dust.
how can one live knowing
any of this also has no meaning
not at all
not to you anyway
What's this all about?
- alone.in.woods
- Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by his heart; and his friends can only read the title.