There is a door into the other end of the room that offers a path to the truth. If you open that door, there is no turning back. You will never be the same. Will you open it?

The past

The first breath. Running free. Failing. Love and hate. Making mistakes. Achieving success. The death of loved ones. The rainbow after the rain. That’s what we guard and protect or try to get rid of.

What does the past mean to life? The proof that everything ends, even If it lasts until now. An alive memory is a dead experience. It’s a place that does not exist. But we still carry the remains of brutal havoc. Memories that convert to everlasting pain. Until today, until tomorrow. Until forever.

The present

A struggle to find peace while twisting between past and future. We are filters of eternal information. We are the absorbers of cosmic emptiness. And we’re stuck in time, standing still between the pain of the past and the terror of the future.

The future

The inevitable end. The drama of all of dreams that they’ll be burnt to ash or buried underground with ourselves. Amor Fati. It’s all about accepting the fact that all the roads lead to a master highway which ends to nowhere. Time cannot be controlled, cannot be tamed. Time awaits for noone.

All those daydreams were destined to condemn man to suffering. Sweet childhoods or dark funerals have the same taste. They are placed inside cheap lacquered coffins, rotting in seperate graves.

Is mankind really free?

When you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. (Friedrich Nietzsche)