Rewind the documentation that belongs to this so-called lord and ramble in a scenery of waves miscarried by the ocean. Then you must be lost in this divergent universe filled with false music notes and lights that turn you blind in a second. And probably you remain on a stone, facing the immense ocean - you know, the ocean is a place where the water has the ability to become wavy and murderous. Murderous of terrible lies and human disasters, it is a place of comfort, where no-one could reach you out of the depth of the waters that protect you from being stabbed to just let you go into another world peacefully.
Eventually that's possibly how I feel about life right now and after having gathered that success is beautiful, that the brain is beautiful and that the human body is terrible for its limits that souls need and have to acknowledge or undergo. Shutting down of the universe that is upsetting and morbid for a better place with no hope because hope would not be needed, to allow dreams to take the place of hope. Hope is a strong word, positively echoing in my ears and probably in everyone ears. Its creation by humanness is due to the fact that everything is wrong, the world's order is wrong and dismissed and paralysed and ... everything.
Hope seems to be beautiful but may it only be by its appearance. Hope has this meaning that, no, we need to change things, swap them around and re-create. Without hope, without destructions, dreams would prevail, people would be human again and dream. The accomplishment of dreams would rather depend on the power of our actions, it would rather depend on the strength we put at creating this life.
Behind those words is an anthem of love.