The stentorian, sublime, irrational nothingness lurks behind anyone's eyes, waiting to be explored. The loss of the whole imagination, a step towards madness: the refusal to follow the steep backward spiral would be a tranquil, catholic consolation... more subversive would be the conscious leap in the next, unknown dimensions, less comfortable wombs of doubt (or acquiescence of Nature's spirit). Only destroying pre-constructed paths mankind would discover the answere that has been searching for: no answers. no regrets.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.