We all have so many questions,

to which our only Hope to find answers is Time. So we look for signs, for standards, we look for the divine. Some of us find it, some of us don’t. The questions are infinite, the answers uncountable. And for each answer that is found, a thousand of questions are raised. And I question everything, and it drives me insane, because my only Hope is Time, but I keep questioning Hope, and I keep questioning Time. And I question the questions, and I question the answers, there is ever an end? There was ever a beginning? All I can do is wonder, and from uncertainty to uncertainty live is built.

The biggest question mark of all: is there live?