How can we think so much,
if initially we thought of nothing?
How can we adore knowing more,
if in the beginning we knew nothing at all?
Are we God?
If not, who tricked us into being so alone?
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Testimony of things that happened…
History engraved in stone.
History as fluid as water.
Vanishing the very moment it manifests itself.
For people to study it. And bring it to life again.
Testimony of things that happened.
Weird.
How can we even look at things that happened?
What could we understand by knowing rain in the midst of a desert?
But now look!
A drop of water. And the books of history will burn.
And what was once alive, it will die in the midst of thin air…
