What is waiting in the end of my life devoted almost blindly? I have been living my life nothing but for seeking. To be extreme might be the standard of the next age sometimes. Everyone sticking to style wants to be its founder.
I will walk around slowly, (just)where my karma takes me.
Who cares how many rounds the packaged it goes round on the conveyer?. Can you show me the formula to measure comeone's sense? I am nobody but myself.
