every ant, has eyes and nose; are they beautiful? the differences are less than an iota; does it matter? every person, cries when hurt, eats when hungry. the difference lies between heaven'n'earth; is it thrilling?
too much infatuation, too little logic too many games, only for curiosity what else are there, is hysteria a worthwhile cause? and to what things, devotion?
all the idols; they are just so idols in fads, one by one fades away who did evil; and who is god? Which miracle, are we waiting for?
at the end there's oneself, not too finicky at the end facing oneself, with little esteem who gives me the world, and i'll have to doubt bursting into exuberance: but spring flowers have bloomed
each one and every one; who's more beautiful each one and every one; who's more charming each one and every one; who's more easy so what's there to admire?
Every ant, has passing relations and they are that orderly; what gives? every person, when finding ones they love; but become uneasy