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Thursday, 8 January 2015

Paris today.

Self-irony is not an art, any one is capable.  




We are all humans careening on the planet earth in a big black hole called the universe.  



We earthlings are exploding together towards some unknown meteorite called death.  


We are connected by our feet to a sphere of minerals,  stuck by a force called by gravity that no scientist or religion can define.  We walk on the same ball. 

All our heads in the same atmosphere, in the clouds. 

 There is only NOW.   

THIS is our paradise. 

Why do we have to take ourselves so seriously?  

We are all mortals, fornicating, birthing, educating and dying over and over.

Andoverandoverandoverandoverandover.


 Freedom of speech is our right as humans, anywhere, everywhere, anytime.

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