Meaningless of our use of such a simple and non-specific object as time is inevitable.
We rush through the world in pursuit of happiness, comfort, and social benefits.
In this chaotic motion, we see the real target.
In endless repetitions, we accumulate experience.
But no one has ever defined either the starting point
of the existing no veritable goal for human life.
We are deprived of any chance any efficiency to achieve certain results.
And admitting our blindness in mind we grab the steering wheel with both hands
and fearless turn onto the endless highway of our uncertain destiny