My mathematics is simple: one plus one = one.
Beyond all vanities, fights, and desires, omnipotent silence lies.
The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.
Digressions are part of harmony, deviations too.
No reason for a feverish rush For we will all arrive in the same place At the right time. Justice will be served. There will be no better or worse, No big and small, no rewards, no punishment, No guilt, no judges, no hierarchies; Only silent equality.
Dreams are our only geography—our native land.