Man is the sum of his longing and intent, in the middle of nothingness a star made of the one dream shines; the transcendental object which binds everything together, despite it being made of nothing at all. We can feel it - and the honorable man, struck by the duties of obligations make it visible through his life, where even all the forgotten men and women, each and everyone important alike, will rise, like asphalt flowers nourished by the earth’s magma core and turned to love redeemed as poetry sung through the seer’s soul into her notebook which resides inside her head while asleep. Without a worry the only believer carries the world; untouched by life, beyond death.