Yet we are perfect lovers. Likewise, the word woman has different meanings for homo and hetero women but the same for homo woman and hetero man. We should welcome the progress of time bringing us more relativity, we should welcome the sweeping commerce, which would roll through anyway. We want more shades and less borders more goods to trade more sweet fatigue. We want a leveled play field, where the ball of progress like Buridan's ass stunned by the infinity of directions, could finally stop.
Death is never bigger than life.
I must show more reverence to things. I should not mention their names in vain. I'm not sure what I want. It is too late to be buried in an avalanche, swept by a revolution or reaction, adventure, or a love affair. Finally, it is good to take a rest, look around, fearing no neighbor.