
Meaningless death.
Meaningful death.
The greatest assumption of them all: Meaning itself.
Look at yourself in the mirror crying…
And the abyss will go away…
Stop crying…
And from your tears…
A new river will start flowing the next day…

Meaningless death.
Meaningful death.
The greatest assumption of them all: Meaning itself.
Look at yourself in the mirror crying…
And the abyss will go away…
Stop crying…
And from your tears…
A new river will start flowing the next day…

We try to be perfect in our definitions. We refine them over and over again. We must succeed. To understand the cosmos. And yet we miss the elephant in the room.
In a world full of definitions we invent…
Who are we?
(Who defines me?)
Search for the only one thing that does not need a definition.
Find it.
And when you do, cherish it.
Keep it.
And leave it there to be.
Without giving it a name…
I am nobody! Who are you?!

Look at the cosmos.
Study history.
Look at empires fall.
Try to understand how empires rise.
Analyze data.
Can’t you feel the rage?
Can you sense the Earth tremble?
The earthquake will kill us all.
And at that moment we will smile.
For we will realize.
That it was the same exact earthquake who have given birth to us…