Some of the events that have taken place over the past few weeks have had a direct impact on my antagonistic thinking. That being said, there are times when I can think of how different each human being is and, within a minute, how identical. I have seen clearly how clonic even those who are very far away in everything are. And a curious thing has happened to me with this reflection: in the moments when I have seen that our species is so equal and uniform, it has been due to some miserable characteristic. But when I saw that we were different, it was for some noble reason. To be honest, I don’t perceive my inner (and burrum) as antagonistic today. We're the only species. So it’s a bit clean, the area, and also my interior – although it’s hard for me to recognize the latter – that I’ve seen them miserable. I'll take revenge as an example. A dear friend of mine says, and he knows, that it is very ours, natural, so to speak, that human need: the passion for vengeance. But the worst part wasn’t being aware of it. The worst thing has been to test our ability to dress and reasonably fulfill our desire for revenge. White glove lies. And those who receive us are and what a world we are. Me, me and me.