A philosopher's friend once explained to me that a truth is even more true when it can be said more briefly. The less words you need to explain it, the more true it is. But I like to argue, and that's my mistake. The truth is even more true when it asks for less arguments.

But I don't really care. The argument seems to me to be a game and subjectivity my flag. However, I try to do what I have in front of me, with my arguments, so that we somehow build a common truth in the end, or, let's say, the truth, that creates mine.

I have a great challenge ahead of me, counting and making believe my own, every time in fewer characters; what I said in short. And I've started to get anxious, and you should start, thinking that all those subjectivities that are mine, if I'm now going to be able to explain them more and more briefly, maybe they'll start to be more real. And that same thing can be dangerous, I tell you frankly.