Morning is beautiful. For last few years i have virtualy deprived myself from contemplating it.

Now is the only thing that's real.Everyday, every reality is a new reality.Every new reality is a new horizon,a brand new experience of living.I got a note last night from a friend of mine.He writes in this note that he's afraid of what he might have to do in order to save his reality, as i save mine.You can't prove anything.There's nothing to prove.

Still have no idea whether i've fully drunk that.

I want a safe place to post my boring ruminitions. Seems that i've found it. Hi folks.