since all of us will die,I think there is a good reason for reasoning again on the purpose of matter;it doesn't matter if we die,since we will all be preserved even better in the eyes of our children turning away their sighs,then,of course,is the fear.as we are all fear's precious customers,for our own lives are endlessly buried in the lives of all the matters.we live in.for.it is a reason for that.unknown?open your eyes for yourselves,not for the burial of your heart.inside.stupid things like these words delivered from the outside of the soul,from the inside of all matters.a hole in a flag,for the heart.can you see me?vanishing...it is the word that counts for my consistency,though my flesh will be untouched until the end of the day,when my soul will tremble against other words.the purpose of matter.to contain our fears and love for being hunted.
to deliver us from the evil one.when its existence no longer matters