“Even if I use sweet phrases in this description, I cannot even be sure that what I write here is true, precisely because I do not know the Absolute Truth, but what I argue in this pages is a feeling of this tear that is my life, a feeling on this world that will disappear just as it appeared, maybe in fire and ashes or in steam and tar. My fingers writing in this moments, or I fell they are writing, not knowing the Absolute Truth, will be as my body, just star dust, in a moment of the Universes time.. What will it remain from me? My thoughts? I think they are much more eternal than my body. Eternal in some conscience? Even if I stay in the conscience of mankind for a certain time, they will not be forever remembered, because human kind is not eternal either, the whole human kind, with the billions of people living as if they were eternal, is nothing else than a passing tear on the Creators cheek and nothing more. Even Time and Space will go away, and only our shadow na”
