If we go down this path, the change may be far too little, far too late.
We don't want to know some answers because the questions themself are really ugly.
Today I've get lost again among a thousand stories that I've trouble solving.
Everything run its course in the pretended old navel of the world, there will be more as there were others before, let's build bridges and use them, let's create cords.
How far do we have to go?
Everyone tells their sorrows, expecting understanding but not everyone understands suffering, many seek revenge, sometimes without even wondering who's fault was.
Most authors write to demonstrate a hypothesis they thought they knew.
Can we have a disorderly civilization?
Do we really need to start all over again?
Don't feed the beasts, let's see what light can we find.