In the beginning was the word and the word was without a machete or sword/ But when we read still slices our hearts through our cords like a convict on his knees calling on his lord/ Whereas, happiness is not given as a constant in the mathematical equation of existence/ Whereas, tears is not inversely proportional to the square root of the ratio between happiness and sadness…/ Also given that, every YES does not necessarily define a new beginning of…
