I am writing this, as a consequence of my acknowledgement about selfish and undying love. I am chased by gruesome feeling of loneliness in my cave. I am dragged by unwavering forces of the emotional bond, which lingers, forever. But I am in shackles. Like Prometheus, I am here trapped, without a sign of spiritual unity.
Like living on the border of life, or like a hermit, I dwell far from society. But, as a human, I feel the urgent need of love. Because that same thing appears in various forms, I have to find it while it is in the right one.
Spiritual height of meditation, respectively bright and clear human mind is my goal and task. If I do not achieve it, I will end on merciless gallows for those dying of hunger and thirst.