There are times when you can't play, you can't move. Most of the time is that time.
Once in a lifetime -short, short- you can.
It's only once and most people don't even detect the moment. Most of them think they are choosing right now, all the time. But when the time comes, they just keep themselves still, or sleep, or watch tv.
I'm not saying I'm different, but november 23th, 21:24, sounds like a good time.
El Nevado de Toluca (4640 metros).
The Cave: An Adaptation of Plato's Allegory in Clay
For all those who may arrive to think that I don't have any interest in metaphysics. Greeks had it all figured out, and yet we try to get ahead them:
My problem lies more in the means.
My problem lies more in the means.
We told you
There will come a time when everything bad you have been warned about will happen and nobody will be there to tell you they had warned you about it. You may think that is a good thing, but it is not. You will need explanations, yes you will, really need them, and you will not get them. It will not be nice at all.
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