Garbage emptying time
Environment.
What does it actually mean to all of us.? We human beings, the latest in the line of evolution.
For thousands of years we have been slowly walking then running and later flying, constantly forwards, towards a destination that still seems to elude us. Why? What is our place on this planet..the third rock from the Sun? A tiny bubble of water in the vacuum of the universe.
Love
when there is no love in the heart of a man then there is nothing that can drive him till the very end, and back. And hence he simply stands still, at the crossroads of confusion waiting for the right bus to come, never knowing that he was waiting at the wrong bus-stop.
Science.
In the lonely alleyways of our mind, we wonder in amazement. The intricacies always a mystery, the artwork a riddle. We try to understand our bodies and our minds from the point of view of us. And we fail, every time. yet we never stop wandering.
Theatre.
The lights come on and then again it all becomes dark. In the spaces between time and the spaces between the curtains and the human beings stands a monument whose shape changes with every moment, with every movement. It brings the individual so close to herself that she collapses into herself and dissolves into non-existence, just like the folds of time itself.
Google.
That incredible digital search machine.
What does it actually mean to all of us.? We human beings, the latest in the line of evolution.
For thousands of years we have been slowly walking then running and later flying, constantly forwards, towards a destination that still seems to elude us. Why? What is our place on this planet..the third rock from the Sun? A tiny bubble of water in the vacuum of the universe.
Love
when there is no love in the heart of a man then there is nothing that can drive him till the very end, and back. And hence he simply stands still, at the crossroads of confusion waiting for the right bus to come, never knowing that he was waiting at the wrong bus-stop.
Science.
In the lonely alleyways of our mind, we wonder in amazement. The intricacies always a mystery, the artwork a riddle. We try to understand our bodies and our minds from the point of view of us. And we fail, every time. yet we never stop wandering.
Theatre.
The lights come on and then again it all becomes dark. In the spaces between time and the spaces between the curtains and the human beings stands a monument whose shape changes with every moment, with every movement. It brings the individual so close to herself that she collapses into herself and dissolves into non-existence, just like the folds of time itself.
Google.
That incredible digital search machine.
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