Friday, December 13, 2013


Life sucks and then we die.
We have to create fantasy worlds in order to get warmth and shelter.
Caves and campfires do not suffice.

And of course we have to believe that our stories are true.
What else can we do?
It would be crazy to believe that our explanations and interpretations are wrong,
wouldn't it?

Nevertheless, we change.
We replace our beliefs with new beliefs, as we grow older.
Nothing is written in stone.