Underneath the surface of my questions, is the burning desire to explore and discover views on life and death, existence and not.
The shriveling fear I have inside me, with the questions that ate up my past.
Where do we go, and where do we come from?
How does this all make sense? How are we here, on this earth? And gone, in another - nowhere?
To confront myself with time, is to confront myself, once again, with life and death.
