Words, without power, is mere philosophy.

Plants and minerals are bound to predestination. The faithful is only bound to the Divine orders.

But only a brief moment is granted to the brave one breath or two, whose wage is the long nights of the grave.

Life is a struggle and not a matter of privilege. It is nothing but one's knowledge of the temporal and the spiritual world.

The thought of a limit to perceptual space and time staggers the mind.

Preserve your history and become everlasting; receive new life from the times that have gone by.

I am a hidden meaning made to defy. The grasp of words, and walk away With free will and destiny. As living, revolutionary clay.