Аннотация: Just something about nothing. Sacrificied to Milorad Pavich.
What a human can tell the trees about an origin of the Life? The only ideas which he can keep are: The Word at the beginning and The Eternity at the end.
You will think that I want to be the God of the words - you'll be right, perhaps, but partly.
I just need to become an owner of my brain. May be.
But let air interrupt my empty attempts to get the equal knowledge (with yourself) of your soul. I'm not a prophet.
I'ld like to tell you a little story of the Greatest History. A few unrhymes from the unwritten unsong.
So, listen to the letters and feel the voice of the white papers.