You are neither light nor darkness, the most fundamental inconsistency within your soul. While the balances of the universe are maintained by contrasts, the equilibrium within you is also inconsistent. This path of ours is not a path, our end is a mystery sea, like every end, this too is an issue born within us with anxiety. As the murderers of the universe commit theft of your dreams, how will you endure with so much inconsistency as long as you cannot conceal the accumulated hatred, while you possess love?