A man without believe is lost.
But all of the atrocities in the world
happened as the result of believes.
Man makes tools
than falls in love with the object of his own creation
and worships its own servant.
Man, looking for the ultimate, the lost perfection
assumes
all of his decrees to be the one.
Man is perplexed
pulsating and vibrating
between finite and infinity,
or like a planet
orbiting forever around a star,
incessantly moving,
yet there,
yet going nowhere.
Life is the frequencies,
the waves,
as the result of
that round and round
orbiting oscillations.
