Wondering about life. When it comes to thought, nothing is new. It is necessary to be aware, otherwise one might be spiritually mistaken by any kind of guru who has trendy phrases in his pocket. Phases that cannot be expressed through words, clichés that translate some worlds. Meaningless paragraphs are, for instance, deeper than any kind of method as there is no one who can tell you where the appropriate path is. In this fraction of second, there is freedom – a human creation out of boredom. Empty souls and a couple of existential problems. It is a dead end, one is afraid to say. Is there any difference if the next month is May?