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Shag. One more step. Never-ending move to infinity. And then what? The gulf? Ignorance? We are blind, my friends. We are blind to our desires, we are blind to everything that is happening that goes through a never-ending, heart-breaking speed of about us. It torments our soul, breaking them into hundreds, thousands, millions of small fragments Nedolya tears and so inappropriately parched thoughts about the infinity of the local life. Written so many notes, it says so many phrases, but in the end, there comes a time to say "Enough." Put at least a small and inconspicuous, but a point. But we have their loud farewells put a comma in the next attempt to quit, go away and never come back.