Bøger af Anthony L Tussell

The beginning; how can there be a beginning? What is what, and how does it purport to be that? Can you be sure? What is so, if so is what; so what? Obnoxious, isn't it? Your mind telling you this and that, but it has to be, you know, there are rules for defining that? Knowledge, rules; knowledge has become a slave to rules. This exists because of that, and that exists because of this; they are just blocks you are using to building your cell. Life is free of such things, but we are not truly alive, are we? A grave is calling your name, isn't it?