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 diviity?
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 adventure with wings
that dreams, that brings creation into reality.

they've missunderstood him until today.
a lot of words in a book never brought them closer to god.