How much fear I have when I come to know that I can not know.
But, I mean, how can you be afraid of the unknown? Precisely because this should be comforting, it should fill the heart of hopes, dreams do overflow.
But the unknown frightens, scares me. Because it scares me not knowing.
If the unknown was bad, well, I could try to resign.
If the unknown was good, even better, it gioirei.
E 'then, I think, aware quest'altalenante and uncertainty, the anxiety caused by a poor game, cardiac.
Because the unknown is a gamble, a coin is tossed, it is a possibility open.
When I speak of minds swampy, dry ice, to be precise, I do because I believe that there is nothing more obscure and unknown in our minds. But why
dark, peace? Let's do this, nothing more luminous and unknown of our minds. Because the light would be better of darkness, who has established? I mean, if I watch the sun go blind fuck.
Sometimes we fail to see the darkness, it's nice, does not make you feel.
The mind is frightening, I said, why do not you know it. I'm not even able to disclose what I am capable of. There can be mired in the mud thought, no more out. And the artificial fog, which are the passions? The passions merge. When you are confused, then, when the passions disorient us, we are so blessed. I mean, you do not think so Colmant, unknown. I love the passions, make unconscious and happy.
My mind is capable of delivering post like that, that I could never reach the limits?
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