a question arose long ago.

what is the sense of the human existence ?

who created all the souls and grants us our lives

so many times ?

they looked at the stars and the entire universe

smiled back and said nothing.

when will be brought the knowledge to this plane ?

when will we realize our divinity ?

can we survive ?

who turns the darkness to the light ?

they looked at the stars and the entire universe

smiled back and said nothing.

a man received the answer :

- the thought is a doer,

your soul is a part of the Great Soul,

your mind is the big adventurer with wings

that dreams, that brings creation into reality.

they`ve misunderstood him until today.

a lot of words in a book

never brought them closer to god.