Hello, you: It's time to attend the mathematics of a coffee.

Hello, you.

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Here it is eight in the morning and, like almost every day, I woke up with the feeling that something is about to happen to me. This thing in the chest has the form of anguish. And I no longer want to spend my time, looking for shadows in rooms without light. I no longer want to go down to me, not with the hopeful spirit that, in the form of a voice in my head, told me: if you find the origin of your most ingrained fear ... you will be all courage. Lie! I am a boatman of myself and I have sailed these dark waters, I have also known the emptiness that is found in the axis ... and the truth is not any. Once there, we are all nothing. There is no house with doors open after the greatest fear. They do not have forms of water to calm the despair of absence. And the reason for my fear surpasses me because I am tiny, dust, and my fear is the whole universe. Since everything is absent, I am afraid to stay without papers to live.

Have you ever traveled to you, you? Have you left so much that you have finished inside yourself? And, once there, you are a fiber of distant memories, of memories that you no longer know without yours, you. Everything there is nothing, right?