Sometimes, reality is not on our side, for our good or just the others…

The ellipsis is, probably, the most accurate numerical and textual representation of reality.

Truth and deceit are sometimes facets of the same reality.

Each morning, on the reality tree's branch towards the people, I listen to the bird of hope.

Reality is a puzzle revealing itself one portion at a time, always where the deepest shroud falls. Wanting to piece the clues together, you are only losing yourself in the maze.

This existence, this us, loving, hoping, hating, waiting, searching for truths outside and inside us... a very tinny part of a giant (matter) explosion floating away from the passing second with the passing second, maybe inside our brain, maybe...