Everthing is just one point, one point. It's been a heartbeat for so long. It does not matter whether it is small or large, granule or universe. It's just a heartbeat ride all the time.

To die and live. Each one on the sides of a thin line. And everything that lives is going to a side of a watch that carries life, and we will die in a moment and rise again. Sometimes death from life

 Something leads to life, sometimes death to life, but most of the time, most people turn from empty DESIRE FOR BLESSINGS