Too many hearts are still searching for the reason why they are still breathing. Too many souls are still quenching – longing for a piece that may complete the puzzle they’ve been missing. Does life really have to be a mystery? Do we bend with the wind, swim with the waves, and crawl under the moon to survive? Maybe yes, maybe no.
Too many theories were systematically organized to prevent destruction that dangle around the world. Too many inventions were designed to aid the weakness of humanity. Do we need more of these intelligence? Or are we moving faster towards a more spiteful demise because of these?
Too many confusions, too many precautions. We’ll keep raising opinions; we’ll keep collecting suggestions about the real essence of our existence. What if the “Answer” to all these inquests is already lovingly staring at you. Have you even really spared a moment of your time to utter a single word? Have you even asked a single question?
