Ca orice miscare de mase continua razboiu ciclic,
n-au nicio eticheta cu care ma identific
cand privesc viata si moartea ca p-un cadou mirific.
People live their lives bound by what they accept as correct and true. That's how they define "Reality." But what does it mean to be "correct" or "true"? Merely vague concepts... their "reality" may all be a mirage