FEEL FREE TO TURN INWARDS! 

What do you think? Will hope still murmur on the hopeful, If it spreads its angel wings to you with a kindly photo, with a giving will? And yet, as you look at the settled, familiar faces of your friends, the well-established, rooted life of your friends, or the hesitant but hopeful steps of a blessed-hearted child, it may seem that this is an imaginary reality, a fantasy, an Edenic dream, which already exists, and if you wish it so much, with an unbreakable act of faith, you can still make it come true. 

The garabonian passage of Time, as you well know, is still with you. An alarming, yet patient warning to the tiny regenerative, rich molecules of your organism. In the uncontrollable trembling of your keiei - for loyalties are half immortal - and kisses trembled in their sleep, there lurked the love of the Universe, always more broken. For you know: through a series of much-tempered, forced struggles, an inner soul-space is always needed, a settled, sustaining, giving refuge-home, where not only smoldering atress-situations, a firing squad of forced labor-captivity awaits, - but a truer home with the promises of forgiving Peace! 

The measurement of man's reckoned time also began by fraud: with the birth of the Promethean Heros in the Promethean Cemetery, a new era always begins - which is why man, as a creative inventor, always stops Time in its moments, to relive and recreate the moments of the Universe in their varied forms. With his experienced rings of years, he turns inwards, while he can save something essential from his moments of memory on the altar of the secret apocryphal biologies of mleculae-cells!