The fact that our task is exactly commensurate with our life gives it the appearance of being infinite.
He who does not answer the questions has passed the test.
He was a tool of the boss, without brains or backbone.
Should I be grateful or should I curse the fact that despite all misfortune I can still feel love, an unearthly love but still for earthly objects.
Maybe innocence makes its way easiest through the elemental chaos of this world.
First impressions are always unreliable.