Right now I feel a pain. But a pain not defeats, and victories over instincts. I feel origin of a life...

You want a life? The present free life without rules, fears, borders, fear? You can die, then... But consider that death display of weakness whether so is easier to perceive that reality in which you live? All in the world rather...

Rats... Rats are everywhere! Do not search for a rat. That rat that you search already sits in you... No! It not you: these are your internal torments. Do not search for them... All of them already for a long time only also wait to begin on you hunting!

But I am tired! It is tired from a duality of our realities! My reason bleeds, wants death. But having given in to a temptation I shall show weakness.