Time is endless,
logic is powerless,
being is meaningless
Writer write lots of Texts,
drawner draw lots of Drawings,
music play lots of songs.
But nobody read, see or hear it.
Our being is the result of Coincidence and necessity,
Coincidence and necessity need thinking life forms,
thinking life forms search the result.
But it isn't the being in this world what they will find it.
Nobody know how it is unreal that you are alive,
In a world where you can die in over hundred thousand ways,
In a world which you need as cheap and small gear in a great mechanism
that it is still worked and it will still work after your life.
In The End we will