Well, here I stand and wisper a silent prayer of thanks.
I have killed many Buddhas and Jesuses on my way.
I do not care what others think, nor I,
for I appears to me far from importance.
Like nothing. And Nothing is the climax of everything.
I belong to mother Earth,
like the Universe belongs to both of us.
For this time limitation reveals the essence,
as Nothing keeps the fulfillment.
I am not more and not less human.
And that is fulfillment for this time.
Well, here I stand and ask for nothing.
Instead - I make myself an invitation.
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