Conscious of the infiniteness
If we dare the last step on the threshold of light, it will probably be a lonely. “Lonely” in the best sense – by planting a seed – in the dark of being, which concomitantly gives us as a shadow all the vividness of his lifetime. Color force that makes life worth living so bright-and then as the essence enables on the threshold of the transition. Here, the quantitative time does not matter, because light MISTY reveals itself at the moment.
And so grows the “one seed” – the test of time – bear fruit and ripen again at some point the soul stimulating a new question implanting and new life given to the people again dance corporeal on to pastures new throws – just because he can … and because the soul is preparing to collect new knowledge in the consciousness of finitude.