There is the same thing between the word home and the adventurer. Like you and dictation from your mother's womb, send you back into an embryo but born from a different womb. Live a search and achievement for the audience. But time is a question mark for adventurers who are afraid of coming home late.
And from your room booth you can only be proud of how much you enjoy life. If necessary you tattoo "gaudeamus" on your forehead. But there is one door leading to a vacuum, which you do not know is built for?
How was that day? A question I hope not only churns in my mind. But if ego adlh jury in your trial, then stop it because justice is false.
At the end of this sleep, hopefully one day you find what you're looking for here. As simple as that.
