· ФЛ·ЊФБ · Because no one recognizes themselves in my garden of feelings, not even I myself. When you attend my funeral, you see yourself through the eyes of my counterpart. You see a warrior who speaks the same language as you, thinks the same thoughts as you, but none of the figures in my story understand my message. Why not? Why don’t you understand me? Why do you recognize yourself in my memory? And why don’t you recognize yourself in me? Am I perhaps speaking a foreign language? Because I Am Your Spirit · ФЛ·ЊФУ · Now that I am free, I can put myself in the place of all of you, I can remember all of you, every thought, every being, and every creature in your and all other dimensions and worlds, here and today, in the future and in the long-forgotten past. But none of the figures in my graveyard can still imagine being me. Why not? Is it so hard to see the world reversed for once? To look through the eyes of all others, just not your own? Inverted World · ФЛ·ЊФЛ·Ф · I have no choice, no alternative, but to imagine, conceive, and believe in a person who understands my thoughts, so that they realize my dreams, someone who does not exist in reality at all.
