No nap and a lot of doubt for one day.

I watched in the evening this “crazy, fascinating humans”, like Fabio Wibmer, when life is always a party.
It’s amazing how they have this “access control” to their own bodies.

Do they care about a lot that’s going on around them, only an assumption, I think they don’t, but not even in bad faith.
They are on this permanent “trip” and only death will really let them wake up, for this short period of time when their life ends, I guess.

I don’t judge this people. I don’t judge the Ukrainian’s and Russian’s, killing each other, it doesn’t matter who started it, because each minute this war goes on, as all the other killings everywhere between humans, the hate and blood rush, will increase constantly.

Maybe it is, a by nature supported process, to increase the speed of “balancing out”, that “the essence of life” itself survives?