Looking at the horizon I see infinity. Eye stops at the line that cuts the water and the air, drawing the illusion. They say everything is cyclical. But I know everything has its final. This is the order of things where each ending is the beginning of a new thing. Life gives birth to death and a new life comes after death. The only thing to do is to be here where is nothing and everything at the same time.  Then the circle ends and you meet yourself. And the music sounds.

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