This is the effect of panic, a natural effect, you could say that animal nature is like this, plant life would behave in exactly the same way, too, if it did not have all those roots to hold it in the ground, and how nice it would be to see the trees of the forest fleeing the flames.
I think we are blind, Blind but seeing, Blind people who can see, but do not see.
Chaos is order yet undeciphered.
If I'm sincere today, what does it matter if I regret it tomorrow?
Today's bread does not eliminate yesterday's hunger, much less that of tomorrow.
Because each of you has his or her own death, you carry it with you in a secret place from the moment you're born, it belongs to you and you belong to it.