Very bad. I won’t write anything for the moment. Not a word, dear. Not yet, at least. Bad dream !
Who makes the dreams ? The stress ? Partially, yes. And, partially, NO. “Stress” is a convenient answer, a “scientific” one. Which means, you better worry, you better follow your instinct. Actually, i’m not able to follow anything. What to follow ? How can i ? I just walk the mile of a pre-defined destination, in shoes which are not mine.
Pre-defined !?… Not by me. I don’t have any control, neither do you. I built a few things, though. Just like you did. For the sake of a few people, first and firstly. Later on, to make the soul happy. We call it “Free-will”. Because we like to bullshit ourselves. Partially there is, and partially there isn’t. “Free will” is a wonderful term for the politicians to use. Self explanatory it is. The poets like to use the term “desire”, instead. I’m with the poets on this, they know.
I’m a puppet. A game, for the Gods to play with it a bit, to enjoy themselves, to have some fun. Oh, how much i hate you, gods !