The thin line is drawn for you by someone more powerful you have ever imagined. You stretch the arm to touch the glass wall that never existed but which nevertheless powerfully surrounds you from the fate you could have otherwise wished. You saw the line, you felt the glass, you touched the wood - and you went on living.

Live is a powerful moment containing more energy than anything we could experience within lines and walls we carefully construct around ourselves. Live stretches beyond and lies further in the vistas unseen but admired from a distance. Time dvafts in a graceful swing revealing the crack in own ambition. Destiny is beyond and yet it is here. It is outside and yet around.

You can play in a sand box. You take perceptions, pour water of words, mix with the titles and positions, - et voila, the pure joy of own spleandour and achievement starts running through your existance, ever-generating more energy of self-importance. The eternity built on simple recepy. .... and yet ... the wind blows, yet the silver-thin lines remain. Live streches beyond, living construct in a sand box as what it is, - a construct in a sand box, built to last for an instant when a glue of repetetive admiration provides vital energy supply and falling to debris the moment the glue is no more there. Yet live remains there, in a vast step' of swinging grass, with grazing thoughts and elegance of relations, the freedom of harmony and scenery of courage.

When the own self pushes the glass, wants to cut the lines and inject oneself into multiple selves, - the world shall rejoyce! When one more human being dares to experience the world in diversity it represents, - the ignorance retreats! When a thought grazes and not being managed, - the economy should stop! When the feeling is crystal and spin of life needs to be stopped, - breathe! Stretch, open your arms, refresh thought - feels better, much better. Touching the vistas of life.