
Being the same.
Being different.
At the end, if you look really close, you will find that everything is different from everything else. And in such a cosmos, full of chaos and change, there would be nothing to see.
Nothing to feel or think of.
In such a cosmos all you could do is create new things.
Or destroy everything that there is.
How weird.
(Aren’t you scared?)
Everything has already been…
