Death in all its forms comes to each and all. From the smallest flower to the universe, we all have to die or end someday. There’s no way you can compromise Death. As I said, it comes to each and all.

I have a theory. What humanity really fears is not Death, but the way in which its single components will die. No-one would really like to be killed, whether by accident or on purpose, although the latter doesn’t stop humans from hating each other… In this, humans are frail, weak and stupid. We truly pity ourselves for our insignificance and futility in doing something good and worthwhile. We are too serious to be really funny; our laughter is just nervous giggles, out of the fear that if we do not take things lightly then we shall fade away into nothingness. We are afraid of being different, because societies tell us that being different is asking for it. The different are shunned – but is it fear that we might become like them?

Is it fear of a Higher Power that fuels humans? Is it because we want to be our own higher power? Do we not like the idea of having someone ruling us, watching us, telling us what to do and what not to do? I don’t think so. We fear the not and don’t, therefore we do the don’t and oppose authority’s not.

      I might be burnt at the stake for writing this, and I’ll know that— sorry, I had to sharpen my pencil. I pressed it too much against the paper with vexation and excitement at what I’m doing. This could cost me my life, but I’d rather save that of others than risk getting all alone out of my own fear. What is fear, if not mental refusal to accept what is real and true? Yeah right, we all want to know the truth but are afraid to find it out ourselves. Do we have to await divine intervention to uncover Reality as we all don’t know it? I don’t think so. That’s why I am writing this.

      Back to what I was scribbling before this damn thing snapped. I might be burned at the stake for writing this, and I’ll know that me being incinerated is a clear giveaway of humanity’s fear. OK, I was exaggerating a bit about toasted man – what I know for sure is that I will become Different. I will have created a controversy, a censored work of hidden, unaccepted and above all, real truth. Of all emotions, fear is the most successful. Love does not conquer all. It rules over a small part of the world, like a micro ecosystem. Lift a rock and there you’ll find love. Go in a jungle and it is only fear you’ll meet.

      A great big thank you to no-one. I do owe a sorry to all those who know me for letting them know they haven’t known me at all – this work shall be witness to this allegation.

      Here’s the big secret: THERE IS NO BIG SECRET. What we all define as life is only a dream weaved by a force no mortal can ever dare to brush against. That force has a name. It is called fear. There are no truths to be told. This is all a dream – a nightmare! No lies, no truths. Just plain life and the void afterwards…