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Now am I feeling blue? Blue, to the Egyptians, represents truth. Blue is also the colour for the spirit and the intellect. And is it also not an expression for aristocracy as in "blue blood"? No, it's none of those feelings that I'm feeling right this very moment. No truths, no spirits, no intellects, definitely no aristocracy.

Or is there a time when a man is obedient to a law? What about the law of nature? Rather curious am I. Do we count the days that passed? Or the days that are coming? Perhaps our twinkling eyes and minds give some alert. But what about the religious feeling, devotion and innocence? What about the emotion that is to exist which is not supposed to exist? Where does one keep it? Or hide it? Show it? Does my heart elate from chilling fear and bitter dread that keep my spirits free?

I have no conclusion. I think I'm writing craps. Yet what is there to conclude about life? There is no conclusion to life. You just live and throughout it all, you miss life, maybe as much as you cherish life; for life, is life.