Why to live? Why to breath? If at the end we shall all die. If so, it means the final goal is death, then why to keep inhaling? But then if the eternal rest is death, is life an infinite torment which we have to pay? And if reencarnation it is, then when does it stop? When does it begin? What is it?

Is the place where we all are our reality? Because we don’t even know if such thing as reality exists, maybe we are just the imagination of a wanderer, just a predetermined experiment. And it would be awful to think that you are something else, and all the world was just made for you, and that you are entirely alone.

But if we do live, then what are we? An animal with free will? Or just an abstract and etereous ilusion of a higher being? Then why shall we feel? Why shall we think? If we are so little in the whole, why were we given life, as a bless? Or as a curse?



the other [Mrs. Kite]