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I wrote this book as a book of meaning upon meaning of a soul that is lost yet found. I mean how can I win yet lose what is my insante if it is induced to my methods of life. I am not in nor out, not seen nor heard and if my end had a beginning were did I end? To trace life throw death to collect time as found in sand to count each grain as years, upon stars. The light that opens, the dark and pushes me to act as if time were my ally.