Trampling is not a disease, not a destiny, but an idea. Thought transmitted from person to person through glances, gestures . The Tramp - The Origin of Primitive Philosophy . The Slave of Infinity . The curve of the roads, the edge of the heavens, somewhere adjacent to the earth, for him a sign, an order from above to continue moving For Motion, according to the ancient covenant, is the meaning of life, and Horizon is the attainable Reality. Gypsies once dusted on the roads of Europe and Asia, spreading the secret teachings of wanderings, taking away people tired of the bustling boredom of cities. Promises of unheard-of liberties turned into chains of custom and blood ties. Deceived outcasts, fleeing from new shackles, but bewitched by wanderings, began to craft dreary music, moving tunes and paintings, as strange and unnecessary as the creators themselves... Everyone despises and drives away . One thought to compare with you is terrifying. Fear of unpredictable fate makes you fork out a pitiful almsgiving . And the terrible warning “Don’t be afraid!” itches in the brain, breaks through cold sweat, leads to madness . You're really scary . You who live in the cloaca . You are a microbe, bacillus . But, you are great, content with petty happiness, carelessness . You, laughing in the face of Destiny because she once played a cruel joke with you